Dinner and a Murder

Only once a year is there a chance to have a true dinner date in Port Alsworth. A three course meal with full service and theatre performance to boot. No kids, dim lighting and a chance to be served a three course meal. You might even pull out that nice skirt or dress that is shoved in the back of your closet, saved for your one chance a year to “dress-up.”

The catch?

You enjoy this 76 other of your closest friends and neighbors. True Port Alsworth style. Oh the romance.

Dinner Guests

Dr. Master Chef Jon Burrows cleared his schedule, pulled out his black coat, refined his French accent and dreamed up a menu full of taste sensation fusion for the drooling crowd. I had the privilege of being a sous chef, along with Megan, another culinary master and Anthony, future Iron Chef champion. Together we poured 10 hours into the genius of food envy that would be the buzz around town for days afterward.

Cooking Team

The menu was carefully planned and executed.

Appetizer: Beef slider with caramelized onion and melted gouda on a pan toasted ciabatta. All I can say is, booya.

Salad: Organic spring greens sprinkled with peppers, shredded organic Alaskan grown carrots, toasted almonds, crumbled with feta and hand tossed with a light champagne vinaigrette. Taste explosion.

Bread: Organic artisan spelt grain bread. Healthy never tasted so good.

Main: Almond crusted pork loin seasoned with Dijon, layered on a bed of fresh pan seared green beans, nested over garlic mashed potatoes. All drizzled with a Dijon sauce that will make you want to fly all the way to the middleofnowhere Alaska to try it! Can you taste it? YUMM.

Dessert: Cheese cake with a hint of orange on an oreo crust, peaked with a fresh raspberry and blackberry checkerboard.

Dinner Planning MenuI got the joy of hand slicing and arranging 300 of these delicate berries with help from Lisa the master school chef. Tedious but worth it for the final WOW of the night. My favorite part of the cheese cakes was that plans changed with how the cheesecakes would be baked. Twelve pans were needed and not had. What do you do? Call one key woman in town, who calls other women in town, collects and delivers 12 pans in under 30 minutes. Reason #267 why I love small town life.

Berry MakingRaspberry Blackberry

The master at work with his beloved pork. Maybe not so beloved after #80 was hand cooked and plated, but done with love none the less.

Chef at Work

The students who wrote, directed and acted in their OWN play also served the guests. These YA’s (young adults) are incredible people. Future world changers with the amount of talent and personality that is found in the YA’s of Port Alsworth. I feel privileged that at one point I cleaned their toilets. But no talk of toilets when there are salads this delicious to be delivered!

Tasty Salad

Megan is a focused garnisher. The stress level was relatively low despite plating 76 dishes and getting them out the door. Look at the finesse at which that Dijon sauce is drizzled and parsley is sprinkled! Award winning!

Main Meal Assembly Line

And our final master piece which I felt a personal soul tie too with those delectable berries. Pure genius meets simple sophistication.

Berry Topped Cheesecake

Cheesecake toppingIt was a very fun evening serving my friends and seeing the YA’s take their talents to a new level. I didn’t see the full theatrical performance, but I know it was a murder mystery that involved some mysterious colored drink…but the culprit? I never found out…maybe he/she still lurks around Port Alsworth.

Winter, we need to talk…

Let me just paint you a picture people. With lots of dirty brown.

Runway in January

Last winter was a winter of extremes. We either lived in a perpetual snow globe, accumulating record amounts of fluffy white goodness that just invited me to run outside arms out, laughing with joy as I rolled through the snow. OR we endured breath-taking record lows causing the liquid in my eyes to freeze, painting my eyelashes white and causing me to lose 34 hours in the dressing and undressing stage as I exited and entered every building.

This winter has been like Mexico compared to last year. We swapped our six weeks of bone chilling lows (-35 average) with six weeks of 35-40 degrees above zero. Booya Seattle, we even beat you in warm winter weather! Children have been frolicking in flip-flops and shorts. In January! That’s a 70 degree temperature difference/increase people. **70**! Gahh! For those who don’t live around snow, let me tell you, 35-40 degrees isn’t cold enough to snow. I have been staring at the ugly brown tundra for about a month now. No, I’m not bitter.

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I feel like I have a relationship with weather in Alaska. It affects every aspect of my life. And this year, winter and I have had a few spats. Aggression, silent treatment, bitterness, forgiveness… on both parts. So winter, I’d like to confess my bad attitude and ask your forgiveness. It’s not your fault the democrats are making the globe warm. I joke.

Birch trees overlooking Lake Clark

I forgive you for not being 7-23 degrees, the perfect Alaskan winter temps, because I truly didn’t mind not having numb fingers for 3 months straight.

I forgive you or not snowing every week, like I wish it would, but I’m very grateful for the times it did snow allowing me to enjoy skiin

Skiing down the runway in Port AlsworthI forgive you for confining me like a hamster in my 1 square mile of terrain, I have appreciated being able to hike and run, wearing only two layers instead of four.

Tanalian Falls Trail Feb

I forgive you for not freezing the lake over and stealing my joy of the vast expanse it provides. I will appreciate kayaking even more this summer.

January Lake Clark


I forgive you for not letting us go wood cutting, instead I am thankful Jon channeled his inner squirrel last year and stashed away enough wood for two winters.

Snow on birch tree

Burr mansion in the winter

BTW (Mom, it stands for By The Way), I think winter accepts my apology.
It’s snowing right now!

And I will forgive you, winter, if I wake up and it’s 40 and raining, washing away all of this blessed white hope. You’re still loved for many, many reasons and I will hold on to hope until April that you will still show you’re pretty little face.

I mean lets talk straight.  Anyone who gets to look at THAT is super blessed. That’s me. Blessed.

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Praise. Pray. Plan.

When was the last time you slowed down to remember what you were doing last January?
Was it a good month?
Bad month?
What would you say defined it?
Did you learn anything?

Can you even remember?

Each new year I set aside time to PRAISE. PRAY. PLAN. The discipline of being quiet, distraction free. Remembering where the Lord took me. How he gave me grace. Brought people into my life. Challenged me. There is joy in remembering and it allows me to be thankful for the past.

Journaling

Psalm 145: 4-7

“One generation shall commend your works to another,
and shall declare your might acts.
On the glorious splendor of your majesty,
and on your wondrous works, I will meditate.
They shall speak of the might of your awesome deeds,
and I will declare your greatness.
They shall pour forth the fame of your abundant goodness
and shall sing aloud of your righteousness.”

Not my works, acts, majesty, awesome deeds, greatness, abundant goodness, righteousness. The LORD’s. How quick I am to take the credit for my “wonderful last year.” I’m so easily a fame and glory thief.

Have you taken time to look at the evidence of grace in you life and where the credit belongs?

September Sunset on Lake Clark

1 Chronicles 28:9

“…know the God of your father and serve him with your whole heart and with a willing mind, for the Lord searches the hearts and understands every plan and thought.”

Gulp.                                       Read it again.                                                Let it sink in.

I love thinking about the future. I love acting on it. It thrills me.

But I’m not into new year’s resolutions. I’m into strategically looking at what I’ve learned in the last year (or five) and building on it…not redoing it. Setting goals for growth.

Goal Areas

  • Spiritual 
  • Relational
  • Financial
  • Physical
  • Career/Work
  • Learning/Education
  • Personal/Recreational
  1. What have I said YES to this year and what do I need to say NO to, so I have balance and boundaries with my life.
  2. What are my top time wasters?
  3. What are my top money wasters?
  4. How will I be disciplined to not allow that waste in my future year? Who can keep me accountable?

Do you ever feel like a human doer not a human being. Do, do, do, go, go, go rather than just resting and being. I encourage you to take some time to reflect and plan.

“…Be strong and courageous and do it. Do not be afraid and do not be dismayed, for the Lord God, even my God, is with you.” 1 Chronicles 28:20

Be strong and courageous

Ask the Lord for direction, seek council, look at your motives, be wise about your plans…but sometimes you just need to step out and do it.

Bloggless

Yoohooo… Where did I go?

It’s like my fingers broke and I couldn’t type. Maybe they’re still frozen from the 14-ish degree weather that makes my hands go numb every time I drive the four-wheeler or ride my bike down the runway. Guuhh! I’ve gone bloggless.

Maybe it’s more that all my mental capacity and time has shifted dramatically this last month with the transition to life in ministry. We talked as staff before our students came about what we’ve sacrificed to come here and be in ministry. And I don’t even live with the students! Besides the “comforts” of living in civilization, I didn’t expect some of my creative juices to get siphoned from my personal enjoyment and poured to work. Like an IV out of my arm, I can feel the drain in so many areas of my life.

And when there’s so much life lived..
daylight lost
challenges incurred
blessings found
northern lights viewed
relationships built
ice frozen
personalities clashed
hugs hugged
wood chopped
fireworks blowup
thoughts processed
how do I even begin to type the 7362 blogs needed to fill the void?

So I won’t.

I have loved being able to use my creativity for my job. What could be better than to do what you love?! But to be creative, I need fresh air. Pumping lungs. Vistas. Inspiration. Silence. Time. Of which I’ve had very little lately to fill my creative tank. And recently I’ve been contemplating this simple life principle…when I say yes to something, I say no to something else. And I say yes to a LOT of things. I’ve said no to blogging this last month, but much has been gained relationally in return. People vs. computers…it’s a simple decision. People.

If you enjoy my anecdotes, hang in there and get off your computer, go outside and enjoy some fresh air for me! I’m confident my life will balance out and I’ll save 27% of my creative juices for personal enjoyment and 9% for blogging.

If not, just know I’m pouring into real live humans.

Foot Stress Fracture

I wish I could say I fractured my foot by saving a small child from an airplane or something more exciting than overuse. Boring. After a month of hobbling around on my hurt foot, I decided to visit a pediatrist while in Anchorage. The pain had subsided dramatically but I think I had somewhat gotten used to the low grade pain and random shooting sparks of pain up my foot.

A few days before I went in, I was very disappointed in how slowly the Morton’s Neuroma (I thought I had) was been healing. Internet research was less than encouraging and I feared it would be a chronic issue of pain and an inability to run on it. Talk about depressing.

So you can imagine how excited I was when the podiatrist said it was a stress fracture! Praise the Lord! I thought my first self-diagnosis was correct. And I got really cool pictures of my foot bones. A fracture on my second metatarsal and a bone bruise on the third and forth. Ouch.

My biggest questions were about my recover and how to assure I’m not overdoing it too soon. Mom. And everyone else who will chain me down if I’m overusing it again. I’ve got about three more weeks in the walking boot as I’d knocked out the first four without the boot. Then a slow progression of walking and jogging…but by that time I’m betting there will be snow on the ground.

Last weekend, I was supposed to be running the 1/2 Marathon in Anchorage I had been training for when I fractured my foot. Boo. However I got Heidi to sign up and do it with me, so she followed through and not only ran the race but rocked it, finishing it in 1 hour and 38 minutes. I was so proud of her and lived vicariously through her for the day.

I’ve learned my Vibrum FiveFingers are not the best for long runs on the trails here as I’ll never have enough good weather and snow free terrain to build up my feet muscles. Yes, its from miss using them that I fractured my foot. I’m “one of those classic cases” who should have known better. I can use them to galavant around the great outdoors and maybe an occasional jog, but it’s back to my trusty Asics.