Catering for My King

Barb VanVleet

Description

A painful past prepares for a renewed heart. Peeling back the layers of darkness - exposing "The Light of Life."

Growing up, author Barb VanVleet experienced a tumultuous childhood. Her emotional pain stemmed from low self-esteem, a brother’s sudden death, and sexual abuse by an unexpected perpetrator. It took up residence in her heart for years.



In Catering for My King, she shares her story, telling how she overcame each trial. Keeping a journal each day for fifteen years helped reveal how God opened her eyes, renewed her mind, and filled her heart with himself—a transformation only he could accomplish. VanVleet chronicles how she became an owner of a successful and rewarding catering business. She discusses her life lessons, including the adversity in her marriage while living in a blended family.



Heartwarming, nerve-racking, and humorous, the stories included in Catering for my King reveal her faith and love for her God. She peels back the dark layers, exposing the light of life, to relay the many testimonies of forgiveness, revealing a renewed heart.

Sujets

• Religion
• Christianisme
• Christian Living
• Inspirational
• Sexual Abuse
• Philosophie et théologie
• Life Lessons
• Psychological pain
• Forgiveness
• Stepfamily

Informations

• Publié par: WestBow Press
• Date de parution: 26 octobre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781664279360
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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CATERING FOR MY KING
BARB VANVLEET


Copyright © 2022 Barb VanVleet.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6642-7935-3 (sc)
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ISBN: 978-1-6642-7936-0 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022917841
 
 
 
WestBow Press rev. date: 10/26/2022
CONTENTS
Introduction
PART ONE
Chapter 1The Country Road
Chapter 2The Last Summer
Chapter 3My Crowded Heart
Chapter 4Do Not Enter
Chapter 5Beyond What’s Broken
Chapter 6Nightmare on Fourth Street
Chapter 7My Testimony
Chapter 8The Hamel House
Chapter 9In the Valley
Chapter 10Ascending the Valley and Heading South
Chapter 11Home Again
Chapter 12The Right Way
Chapter 13Standing in the Crosswinds
Chapter 14A Near Accident—Or Was It?
Chapter 15The Battle in My Car
Chapter 16The Door That Opened Up to My Kitchen
Author’s Note
PART TWO
Chapter 17Could You Hold, Please?
Chapter 18Flying Chicken Bones
Chapter 19My Friend Bertha
Chapter 20Forgotten
Chapter 21Unexpected Obstacles
Chapter 22The Laugh That Was Heard for Miles
Chapter 23Loaves and Fishes—For Four Hundred
Chapter 24Tadpole in a Hole
Chapter 25Cake Crazy
Chapter 26Kathleen
Chapter 27Twenty-Eight Minutes
Chapter 28A Day with Aida
Chapter 29A Stormy Night with Rosemary
Chapter 30What Does Pie and Unemployment Have to Do with Anything?
Chapter 31God’s Perfect Timing
PART THREE
Chapter 32Road Closed Ahead
Chapter 33A New Direction
Chapter 34Coming to a Stop
Chapter 35Breaking Point
Chapter 36A Single Popped Corn
Chapter 37Our Life in His World
Chapter 38Back to My Broken Heart
Chapter 39My Renewed Heart
 
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To the One who healed and renewed my heart—Jesus Christ. And to Ed, who after forty years of marriage, is much more than a husband—he is my best friend. May we always take the high road, trusting Christ who goes before us.

Ed and I
INTRODUCTION
HAVE YOU EVER OPENED AN orange and examined it closely? You would discover that each juicy section is made up of tiny pulps. Have you ever looked closely at a peanut shell and discovered that it is made up of hundreds of strong, dense fibers? Then breaking it open, you find a perfectly formed nut inside. Another amazing food is the onion. Peel away the paper-thin skin and cut it in half to expose layer after layer that form the onion bulb—that has an odor so strong it can burn your eyes and yet taste so good on a hamburger.
All my life I have been intrigued with the design of food. Like a flower with many parts, each part comes together to form its kind. Each time I peel a banana, cut into a kiwi, husk an ear of corn, or even gaze at the deep purple color of the plum, the intricate details intrigue me. In addition to each food’s fascinating detail, there is unique, life-giving nutritional value in each one. It is easy for me to understand why I need the very fruits, vegetables, and grains God has created because they sustain my life. But I never understood my need for a Heavenly Father—until now.
The definition of need is a condition or situation in which something is required or wanted. Crops need water; people need affection; I needed a Savior to save me.
Before I was born, God already knew of my life’s journey and the road I would travel. He knew of all the bumps that would set me off course, the peaks I would have to climb over, and the deep valleys I would have to climb out of. He also knew the times I would go the wrong direction and the turning points where that direction would be corrected. He knew of every obstacle that would be in my life and the things that would pierce my heart. God knew all this, the end from the beginning; He designed learning points and life lessons for the journey so that the “wrong” directions were never wrong but rather experiences so that I could grow and become the person He created me to be. However, all I knew was that I longed for healing from my past, peace that would give rest, joy that would spring from within, hope that would give assurance, and love that was unconditional! No person could give me all that—I needed a Savior.
Over time I began to understand God’s ways. Just as in the Old Testament, when the people of Israel left God’s path and He corrected them, He did so for me. Isaiah 30:21 says, “Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, ‘This is the way; walk in it.’”
Often God seemed to beckon me, saying, “I am here; don’t give up!”
As I opened myself to my Heavenly Father along life’s journey, I discovered that He revealed more of Himself and more of His plan to me. He set in motion the desire of my heart to combine my passion for food and my eagerness to serve. Then the day arrived when I placed my trust in Christ and began catering … for my King.
PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
THE COUNTRY ROAD

I STOOD BY THE CAR, looking up in amazement at the small country school. My mother and younger brother, Rick, were almost to the steps. I thought, How will all the kids fit inside that little school?
It was the fall of 1965, and my family had just moved from a Minneapolis suburb out to the rural country town of Buffalo in Central Minnesota. We were exchanging city life for life in the country. Dad said, “It will be good for us.”
So at the age of ten, there certainly were going to be many changes in my life and the lives of my two brothers as well. My elder brother, Steve, would take the school bus into town to attend high school, while my younger brother, Rick, and I would attend the one-room country school. One of those changes came the day our mother took us to see our “new” school, which was really quite old and was going to start in a week.
I ran to catch up to my mom and Rick as they stepped up onto the crumbling cement steps leading to the entrance of the little school. As a child, something small can appear big until we grow up. But even at the age of ten, I thought the building seemed small. Once inside the door, we were standing in a hall the length of the school. Coat hooks lined the wall, and there were doors at each end of the hall that we guessed led to classrooms.
While the teacher, with a reserved smile, introduced herself to our mother, Rick and I curiously peeked behind the door to the other side of the wall. To our surprise, or more like shock, there was only a small room with six short rows of wooden desks. Rick whispered to me, “This is weird.”
The word weird did not describe it; the teacher told us she was the only teacher for all the grades, first through eighth!
Mom asked, “How many children are going to this school?”
We were amazed to hear the teacher say, “Thirteen.”
Our amazement turned into disbelief when the teacher explained that the students oversaw all the chores. I quickly looked around, as my mind thought of making beds and washing dishes; those were the chores that I did. Immediately, the teacher, who now seemed annoyed, brought us over to a chart on the wall that plainly listed all the chores. On my tippy-toes, I stretched to read the list: clean the boys’ and girls’ outhouses, sweep the classroom floor but do not touch the mouse traps, carry water in from the outside well to fill the water fountain tank, and put books away in the library. Confused as to where a library might be, I turned around to find a five-foot-by-six-foot area with a small wooden table surrounded by old worn-out books. Suddenly, I started to miss my city school.

The first few days of school were an adjustment for us; the reality of change really hit after the fourth day. Unexpectedly, our mom and dad announced that we were going to start walking to school! We immediately protested, saying, “The school is at least twenty miles away!”
Thinking they had to be teasing, we soon found a lunch box and school bag placed in our arms, and to our disbelief, the back door opened up before us.
It did not take long before our new friends who lived down the country road from