Straight from the pens of Amish and Mennonite women . . .
Ever wish you could visit with a group of Amish or Mennonite women over a cup of coffee? In the pages of <I>Homespun</I>, Amish and Plain Mennonite women swap stories and spin yarns while we listen in. Lorilee Craker, bestselling author of Money Secrets of the Amish, collects these personal writings about hospitality, home, grief, joy, and walks with God. Hear from one woman who struggles with feeling inferior to her sister, from another about her longing for a baby, and from a third who accidentally bought stretchy material to sew her husband’s pants. Each woman’s story is a testament to the grace of God and the blessings of community.
<p<Behind Amish romance novels and tourist spots and television shows stand real people, with longings and loves just like the rest of us. Every Amish and Mennonite woman has a story. In Homespun, you get to hear some of them.Straight from the pens of Amish and Mennonite women . . .
Ever wish you could visit with a group of Amish or Mennonite women over a cup of coffee? In the pages of <I>Homespun</I>, Amish and Plain Mennonite women swap stories and spin yarns while we listen in. Lorilee Craker, bestselling author of Money Secrets of the Amish, collects these personal writings about hospitality, home, grief, joy, and walks with God. Hear from one woman who struggles with feeling inferior to her sister, from another about her longing for a baby, and from a third who accidentally bought stretchy material to sew her husband’s pants. Each woman’s story is a testament to the grace of God and the blessings of community.
<p<Behind Amish romance novels and tourist spots and television shows stand real people, with longings and loves just like the rest of us. Every Amish and Mennonite woman has a story. In Homespun, you get to hear some of them.
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Straight from the pens of Amish and Mennonite women . . .
Ever wish you could visit with a group of Amish or Mennonite women over a cup of coffee? In the pages of <I>Homespun</I>, Amish and Plain Mennonite women swap stories and spin yarns while we listen in. Lorilee Craker, bestselling author of Money Secrets of the Amish, collects these personal writings about hospitality, home, grief, joy, and walks with God. Hear from one woman who struggles with feeling inferior to her sister, from another about her longing for a baby, and from a third who accidentally bought stretchy material to sew her husband’s pants. Each woman’s story is a testament to the grace of God and the blessings of community.
<p<Behind Amish romance novels and tourist spots and television shows stand real people, with longings and loves just like the rest of us. Every Amish and Mennonite woman has a story. In Homespun, you get to hear some of them.
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| ISBN-13: | 9781513803173 |
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| Publisher: | MennoMedia |
| Publication date: | 08/07/2018 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 240 |
| File size: | 4 MB |
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CHAPTER 1
Love Begins in the Kitchen
Rae Schrock
The way I feel about my house is largely defined by how I feel about my kitchen. Love begins in the kitchen, because food begins there. And food, as we know, is the gem around which we gather to experience some of our most meaningful interactions. It is important to me that the area of my home associated with rich fellowship be worthy of it.
When I lived at home in Tennessee, the kitchen and dining room were always full of laughter and loud voices. My family has spent dozens of hours lingering around the dinner table, talking. Meals are our time to be together. I think it's safe to say we spent more time all together in the one place in the kitchen than anywhere else in the whole house. The pale green walls have seen hundreds of guests come and go, as Mom stirred love into every pot of soup and kneaded generosity into each loaf of bread. Around the delicious food we have gathered with family, friends, and even enemies. Around food we have learned about friendship and the value of those around us. Some of my most treasured memories took place in the warm, savory air of our home kitchen. I bet yours have too.
Since I moved away, things have changed a bit. I cook less frequently and certainly less extravagantly, because for most meals, it is just me. Guests don't come and go the way they do back home, and there is definitely less noise: two things I miss quite a lot. Now I have set about trying to carry on my mother's legacy of hospitality. I enjoy people, and inviting guests into my home is high on my list of priorities.
My apartment is quite small, however, with very little storage area, and my kitchen is no exception. Maximizing the tiny space has proven to be a challenge, but also great fun, and I have learned a few things along the way.
One of the first things I noticed about the kitchen on my initial tour was the drawer situation. There are only two.
I also discovered that it is impossible to fully open one of those drawers without first opening the oven door. And when it came time to find a home for my vast array of kitchen utensils, I ran into a problem: I have way more stuff than will ever fit into two measly drawers — especially one that doesn't open all the way!
So I got creative. I bought a lovely red crock and stuffed most of the vast array into it. The rest of the lot I hung on a four-by-four-inch pegboard I purchased for about eight dollars and painted bright red. It hangs in my very tiny dining room, which adjoins the kitchen.
An old beat-up bread box serves as my "junk drawer": a place to store screws, extra lightbulbs, garden seeds, lighters, and other odds and ends.
The cupboard situation is not quite as dire. Still, I have been forced to flex my creative muscles a bit to fit it all in. I'm a serving dish junkie and have amassed quite a collection. After a lot of shifting and rearranging, I finally got all my cool dishes to fit. I bought racks so I could have two-story levels in the taller cupboards, demonstrating that it is indeed possible to stack serving bowls seven high.
I'm also a huge fan of varied spices, and again, have quite a collection. To free up cupboard space, and because I can't stand the domino effect that happens when you reach into the second row of spice jars, I found an alternative. Baby food jars, meet the back of the stove.
Months ago, I relieved a friend of about twenty empty baby food jars. They gathered dust for a while until I remembered I had them and retrieved them to upcycle into spice jars. A little Goo Gone took care of the sticky labels, and some chalkboard paint over the lids created the perfect erasable canvas for marking the contents of each jar. I bought spices in bulk (to be thrifty, of course), loaded up the jars, and lined the back of the stove with them. It saves drawer space and looks awesome too.
It's been helpful to think of my kitchen in terms of vertical rather than horizontal space. Shelves and pegboards are a fun and effective solution for using open wall space. Small stands or tables with shelves have also been essential in expanding my limited counter space and storage areas. By using them, I can double or even triple the available room in my kitchen.
My good friend Gertrude bought me a swanky green-shelved table, which I use to hold my espresso machine and all my baking canisters. Voilà! Last summer I ripped apart an old pallet and made a nifty rustic table that now holds the microwave, my wine-bottle tiki torches, and utensils arranged in attractive containers. There is also room beneath to store the mixer, along with a plethora of vintage strainers and pitchers stashed in a primitive egg basket.
When you use vertical space, there is endless possibility. Simple crates, baskets, or decorative boxes stacked together provide lots of extra storage without giving the kitchen a tacky, disorganized feel.
Extra surface area can be found on the top of the fridge also. Set an old crate on its side for an attractive way to store your collection of cookbooks or small houseplants. Hide cereal boxes behind it — they don't fit well into cupboards.
One of the lessons I learned from my friends in Brooklyn, who fearlessly and frequently host large groups, is to offer generously what you have. Don't fail to invite friends to gather around your dinner table because the space is small and the chairs will fit awkwardly. Instead, happily offer what you have, knowing that the largeness of your kindness balances the smallness of your home.
My own apartment kitchen is much too small to realistically hold more than six or so people at a time. So I have turned a lot of my energy to the large space I do have: my backyard. Making it an inviting, colorful space gives me the flexibility to invite as many people as I want. We can all fit in the yard and have a merry time too! Last week a whole crowd of local friends came over for an ice cream party and outdoor movie in my backyard. It was phenomenal — a perfect solution to my tiny indoor entertaining options.
I must also put in a good word about stocking a kitchen on a budget. I'm a hard-core thrifter, and almost 100 percent of the items in my cupboards are secondhand. It is entirely possible to have a wonderfully unique kitchen on a budget. I love plain white dishware. It is simple and can be used for formal and casual dining. Did you know the dollar store sells it? Okay, so maybe the dishes aren't made to last for twenty-five years. But you can't beat the down-to-earth simplicity of a simple white plate that's a little scuffed or even chipped.
One of my favorite parts of my kitchen stock is the silverware. A lover of diversity and pizzazz, I will never in my life put plain metal silverware on my gift registry. Instead, I've been slowly collecting plastic-handled silverware. Some of the pieces are new, some are cheap, some are vintage. It's so much fun to eat with this stuff! It is colorful, unique, and vivacious, and at only a fraction of normal cost.
I urge you to get creative with your kitchen and dining purchases: upcycle, shop at thrift stores, or build your own. It is satisfying to have a cost-efficient living space that is also uniquely you. Remember this: the fellowship and friendship shared over a good meal (even if it's just takeout pizza) begins in the kitchen. Keep this space tidy and accessible, making creative use of however much or little area you have to work with. In the end, guests will appreciate most the love of a well-lived-in, orderly, and inviting space.
CHAPTER 2
An Unforgettable Lesson in Hospitality
Sara Nolt
My mind was whirling as I picked at my food at the ladies' brunch and listened to a teaching on biblical hospitality.
"The Bible talks about entertaining strangers ..." The speaker told how God had given her family a way to host strangers. She read an impressive list of countries that had been represented in their home in the past year. Even guests from "hard to reach with the gospel" countries had been in their living room!
I love other cultures and countries. I wanted to witness to people from around the world in my living room too. But I hadn't even known it was possible in our rural Plain community. In other words, I was jealous.
As soon as it was convenient, we invited this speaker's family over for pizza. We were kind. They were kind. And then we hit them with The Big Questions that ran out of our mouths faster than we could phrase them intelligently: "You host people in your homes from all over the world and we want to do that too, and is there any way we can, and how can we get involved, and is there a place for us, and how soon can we get started ..."
We came up for breath at last and let them talk. They told us about the University of Delaware and its program that teaches English to people from around the world. Often, students who study abroad become leaders in their home countries, which multiplies the potential of a Christian witness exponentially.
One popular option for the international students is a program in which they have contact with a host family at least once a month. The students love it because they get to visit American homes, where they are immersed in American culture and get to practice their English.
Were we interested? Of course we were interested!
"Come with us to a meet-and-greet," our new friend told us. "There you'll meet students who want hosts, as well as the coordinator for the program."
That was the evening we joined the program as hosts. Within a month we had Seung, a South Korean, playing croquet in our backyard.
When we signed up for the program, however, I was worried. We aren't exactly a typical American family. Our guest students weren't going to have tailgate parties at ballgames or Fourth of July fireworks or Christmas trees. Or television.
What fun were we going to be? Would they even like us?
Those fears were thoroughly laid to rest that very first evening. After the meet-and-greet, our friends took us with them to visit a veteran host family who lived in Maryland.
I think half my questions were answered the minute we pulled into the driveway of their home. I had worried that our home was too ordinary to host rich students from Saudi Arabia who talk about honeymoons that include three different countries plus a cruise.
But the home we entered rivaled ours for simplicity. It was tiny. The exterior was simple, unfinished, and had no landscaping at all. There were children everywhere. That meant the entryway doubled as the boys' bedroom. Leaving the bedroom-entryway, we entered the living room, where construction was obviously underway, for the floor was unadorned plywood and the ceiling was attic.
I walked into a tiny kitchen where the Queen of the Home was at work. There were open cupboards with potential for countertops, but there were no countertops. And no sink. And no faucet.
Wait. How can you have a kitchen without kitchen essentials? She was smiling and stirring something on the stove. She was used to it. She also appeared used to the furnace in the corner and the pile of tiles beside it.
"So how long have you been working on your home?" I asked.
"Ever since we moved here eight years ago," she said matter-of-factly. "We used to have a sink in the kitchen, but it just drained into a bucket that we had to carry outside to empty."
I tried to discreetly scrape my jaw off my knee as I mentally did the math. Here was a woman who, in this tiny house, had obviously birthed babies, raised children, and hosted hundreds of people from around the world. All while living in a perpetual construction zone.
The food was ready and resting on the table in the living room. We adults sat on the few pieces of living room furniture, while children and plates carpeted the floor and our hosts started talking. They talked nonstop about their experiences with hosting international students and of the incredible opportunities they encountered.
"I was in my bedroom on my knees pleading with God to give us an opportunity to share the gospel when I heard my young son take a Bible storybook over to our student," our hostess said. "My son started talking about the stories in the book, and my husband used the moment to witness ..."
I forgot about the house. I barely noticed the ruckus the children created when they zipped in and out and around the house, with ice cream trailing behind them.
Our hosts talked for hours. They told about getting invitations to visit former students now back in home countries across the world. The woman spoke of praying for the money needed for tickets so she and the baby could travel alone to northern Africa, where a student was alone in her faith and begging her to come.
Their students obviously loved them. They didn't just come to their home once and leave for good. They came again and again and brought their friends along.
I was challenged. Inspired.
It grew late. I picked up dishes that still sat on the table-turned-buffet. I wanted to be helpful. But where do you go with dirty plates when there is no sink, counter, or water in the kitchen?
"Oh, take them into the bathroom."
Yes. The bathroom. Of course.
With my armload of dishes, I crossed the living room and passed the girls' room — a rectangle barely large enough for two beds and other bare essentials. I passed the door to the only other room in the house, the master bedroom, then used my foot to open the door of the bathroom. On my right were the toilet and bathtub. To my left was a washing machine, topped with a tea towel and piled with clean dishes. In front of me stood a lone laundry sink. The open door ate up the floor space.
I deposited my armload of dishes among the ones already nestled deeply in the sink. I would have washed them. I wanted to wash them. But I felt helpless in this tiny bathroom, with its singular sink loaded with dirty dishes and no counter. This woman was incredible.
When we left shortly thereafter, I carried with me the greatest lesson in hospitality I have ever been given. It isn't your home that creates the atmosphere to draw guests to return. It isn't beautiful décor, tasteful paint jobs, or inspirational wall words.
It is the presence of Christ and his love within you that draws the strangers and causes them to return.
Sara A Life That Says Welcome
Vicki Kaufman
Home: a topic romanticized by poets, artists, and songwriters. A place of safety and intimacy, of familial camaraderie, of healthy relationships and spiritual and emotional moorings. Home is the sharing of life with people you love, in both the mess and the beauty. As Laura Ingalls Wilder said, "Home is the nicest word there is."
Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither are our homes. They are the intricate layers of trust, respect, and intimacy that take time to develop and build. When these sacred building blocks are violated or absent, the result is a home held up by pain and hurt — a virtual and emotional prison for its inhabitants. The power and concept of home lies not in the walls and doors, however well decorated and gorgeous they may be, but in the spirit and atmosphere they contain.
Part of our calling as ladies is making our homes comfortable and enjoyable for others. And since home is more than a building, our beautifying goes beyond the decorating of walls and the arranging of furniture. Our thought processes will not be limited to paint colors and style but will include personal development, growth, the formation and beautifying of the soul, and the discipline of being at rest in God. A woman with the wild joy in her heart of being God's — and who has learned how to rest and be satisfied in him — will adorn her home in ways that couches and mirrors cannot.
Welcoming people into our lives and into our homes will automatically follow in a life that belongs to the simple carpenter from Nazareth. Interestingly, Jesus had no home — no beautiful physical place in which to invite guests over. I don't think people missed that, though, because they had his presence, and into that he invited them. They flocked to him to be cared for, healed, forgiven, accepted, and loved. As his daughters, we too carry this holy privilege: that of loving and serving others. Inviting them into our homes is one of the noblest things we can do for Christ.
Our guests should be as varied as the spices in our cabinets, and the way we interact with them as varied as the way we use our spices. If you have friends from different cultures, you will understand that friendship has different definitions wherever you go. Latin cultures tend to be warm and friendly; my Hispanic friend makes herself at home in my kitchen, washing the dishes and searching the refrigerator for what she needs. When she comes over, I try to leave some food prep for when she gets here so that we can work and laugh and enjoy each other. Her involvement is beneficial for both of us. She is comfortable and at ease because our cultures are temporarily integrated, and I have the benefit of watching guacamole and tacos get made the way they were meant to be made. We both win, because we both are comfortable.
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Table of Contents
Introduction by Lorilee Craker, 7,
I Welcome, 13,
1 Love Begins in the Kitchen • Rae Schrock, 15,
2 An Unforgettable Lesson in Hospitality • Sara Nolt, 21,
3 A Life That Says Welcome • Vicki Kaufman, 27,
4 On Appreciative Overnight Guests • Linda Byler, 33,
5 Open House • Gertrude Slabach, 37,
6 A Side of Conversation • Rae Schrock, 41,
II Abide, 47,
7 Holli's House • Holli Nisly, 49,
8 White Space • Bethany Hege, 53,
9 Where Your Soul Belongs • Delora Neuschwander, 57,
10 The Home Place • Lovina Eicher, 61,
11 Should You Happen to Stop By • Martha Beiler, 65,
12 My Father's Amish Home • Rhoda Yoder, 69,
13 Heaven Our Home • Sara Nolt, 75,
III Testimony, 81,
14 The Lord Is My Rock • Ervina Yoder, 83,
15 Overcoming Inferiority • Sara Nolt, 89,
16 Seized by Grace • Stephanie J. Leinbach, 97,
17 Season of Doubt • Sheila Petre, 103,
18 Stretched • Mary Troyer, 109,
19 The Horse That Wouldn't Budge • Marie Coblentz, 111,
20 Bone Opp-a-Deet! • Linda Byler, 115,
IV Wonder, 119,
21 The Angels' Charge • Catherine Gascho, 121,
22 God's Protecting Hand • Katie Shrock with Pollyanna Hochstetler, 125,
23 When You Put Your Money in God's Bank • Danielle Beiler, 133,
24 Zippy • Sherry Gore, 141,
V Kindred, 147,
25 The Way of a Man • Sheila Petre, 151,
26 The Kingdom Here in Our Arms • Melissa Troyer, 157,
27 Stories Rustling in the Branches • Gertrude Slabach, 163,
28 Still Ourselves — Just a Lot More • Dorcas Smucker, 169,
29 Remains of the Doll • Barbara Fisher, 175,
30 The Perfect Mother-in-Law • Denise Shank, 179,
31 Ground-Laid Eggs • Mae Unruh, 189,
VI Beloved, 193,
32 The Lord Is My Sufficiency • Rae Schrock, 195,
33 I Would Sell Everything and Buy a Field • Lucinda J Miller, 205,
34 The Circle of Love • Marie Coblentz, 211,
35 Counseling Your Own Heart • Lauren Stolzfoos, 213,
36 Rebuilding from the Shambles of Shame • Samantha Trenkamp, 219,
37 Jesus, Who Lives in the Mud • Lucinda J Miller, 223,
Notes, 229,
The Authors, 231,
The Editor, 237,