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Thursday, August 20, 2009


I remember often hearing my mother say these words during the trials of motherhood. Perhaps she was concerned, worried, or probably just tired and ready for bed. My father worked two jobs as a farmer and a firefighter to allow my mother the chance to plant herself at home in the lives of my two sisters and I. It was a phenomenal gift of sacrifice, from both of them.

Now, I know we lived closer to the edge than I was ever aware of as a child. I assumed our biggest problem was never running out of ketchup. I had no idea there were heart wrenching conversations and decisions always being made behind bedroom doors. But somehow, we survived, still precariously in love with one another. And by the way, we always had ketchup.

I realize that due to to the recession many families are currently in distress. I am sure the situation feels overwhelming, or even terrifying, and a rescue seems unlikely. Perhaps there is no immediate solution and thus the motivation to fight becomes a challenge to muster. Please keep in mind that all those things my parents couldn't afford that "guaranteed" I would fit in, now lay in ten cent piles at yard sales. What did survive, and will survive, the test of time is the fact that my mother was there when I got off the bus. No matter how much kids cry about wanting a cell phone or wanting a car, what they need is simply the presence of a loving parent. I cried about not having cool shoes and a new car too when I was younger. Now that I am older those precious memories of my childhood with a mother at home bring tears to my eyes.

I called my parents last night to discover Joan of Arc (my mother) had passed out and fallen. Timex (my father) found her crumpled on the floor with one eye open. It was scary. I had temporarily forgotten how fragile they have become, maybe even how fragile we all are. I went to bed thinking and when I woke up this morning I walked out on my front porch and looked westward at a dark gray sky as a storm approached. Stretching from north to south was the perfect prism of color. I stood transfixed with the words of my mother, "This too shall come to pass," running through my mind. It was a moment I'll never forget.

No matter how big our problems are, no matter how gray the sky may be, this too shall pass. As many of you know our Mennonites moved to Nova Scotia with an axe and plans to build a new community leaving us without a supply of ice cream mix. We literally ran out of ice cream in the middle of August. This is like a Chinese restaurant running out of rice on the noon buffet! We found a new supplier and we are making ice cream again. This too shall come to pass.

I've been in a spiritual funk lately and it hasn't been good. I thrive on discovery and get bored when there are no new challenges in Scripture. Of course, there are hundreds but I dodge these because they would push me out of my comfort zone. I want 3o minutes of fun challenge with a clear conclusion, like an episode of Andy Griffith. Yet life tends to be this epic struggle with vague instructions and few trophies. But occasionally we come clearly face to face with who we are and who He is, and we are astonished at two things: our pathetic love for God and his passionate love for his prodigal children. I've been reading books, searching the Internet, listening to Christian radio, etc and it was a rainbow that finally brought me to my senses. I should have known- I eat a lot of Skittles.

This doesn't have a whole lot to do with Green Frog Coffee Co other than the fact that we are cranking our ice cream production back up. But I thought you might want to know the owner is human like you, scared at times like you, desperately searching like you. And you also might want to know the woman who created that stew you love is recovering in her lift chair with a diet coke and ginger snaps. Remember: this too shall come to pass. Until then, eat more ice cream, and if you get cold grab a bowl of Joan of Arc's stew!


Blogger Jennifer said...

I talked to the Mennonites who own the China Grove Store at the Farmer's Market and they mentioned that the Dairy is supposed to be up and running by September 1st; I know you had to find a new supplier but was wondering if you had spoken to them. Thanks for the reminder that spending time with your child is more important than money and things. Jennifer Trently

August 20, 2009 at 8:17 PM  
Anonymous Ellen Kimbro said...

Whoa. This is a good one on several levels. Funny stuff. Love the comment about the rainbow and what you've said about vague instructions. I finally realized a few weeks ago why I have been feeling so dissatisfied with life for awhile: I'm bored. Feeling like I don't have anything to look forward to when I get up in the morning. I have to be accomplishing something, or at least feel like I am, to feel satisfied in life. I also have to feel like I'm on an adventure all the time to feel satisfied.

I've mulled it all over for awhile and came to similar conclusions. There's a lot to look forward to. I just don't like living in a lull, in a holding pattern. But that's where I am.

That is good stew, btw. Bless her heart. Why did your mother pass out? I have really enjoyed reading about her in "Chainsaw Preacher" this past week.

Also, your book is still affecting me with every chapter. Got convicted the other night over what I read in a few ways, what you wrote about moral superiority. Love what you're saying about discipleship, loving ppl where they are. I think I may go back and read that chapter again before moving on to the next one.

Great post.

August 20, 2009 at 9:34 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Tim, We love your Ice Cream and your shop. Will never forget the friendship you showed my daughter and our family with Young Life. My 2 year old grandson, Ethan thinks there's no place like "Green Frog" Still love your writings, have one you wrote Leslie .Can't wait to try new ice cream! S. Hardee

August 20, 2009 at 10:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hammer. Well said.

August 20, 2009 at 11:35 PM  
Blogger Susan L. Prince said...

Much wisdom here! Thank you for sharing.

My ma offered me wisdom too, still does everytime she says "Everything will be ok". She has yet to be wrong.

August 21, 2009 at 12:42 AM  

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