"Once we clearly acknowledge the soul, we can learn to hear it's cries. - Dallas Willard, Renovation Of The Heart."

It takes courage to pursue our dreams. It takes time and patience to unearth buried treasure. But I believe with all my heart that we must do both.

4.28.2011

Paid


I wanted to wait to get a better photo of this (this is from Meg's phone) before I posted it, but because of the early arrival of Jack it's still at church. I was asked to paint over my Lenten painting for Good Friday. I painted a cross across the painting to begin with. Then Matthew (our pastor) invited everyone to come up and place their (red painted) hands on the cross and painting. There were basins of water for participants to wash their hands...even the red water spoke volumes. It was a powerful interactive thing to do. Even brushing the paint on their hands was emotional for me.  

I pray that I never take for granted God's sacrifice...that this story never becomes commonplace because I hear it often...I pray that it is real and fresh every time.  Lord, may it change the way I live my life.

4.27.2011

Life is good


I want to thank all of you for you kind comments, well wishes and congratulations. It has been a long four or five days.  I have been caring for my first Grandson, who is sweet, funny, and such a caring little guy. There were a few times I sighed, and Sean said, "What's the matter Mini, what's the matter?"  He really is a joy to watch, but looking after a 2 year old is not easy.  I don't remember being this tired. Yes, I was younger, but it is also amazing to what one just adapts to. You do what you have to do when you have to.

Every part of me hurts, especially the knee I landed on when I fell out of bed. Yes, I fell out of bed!!! It was Saturday evening and I was waiting for the call announcing Jack's birth.  I got a text, and reached for my phone.  Now, I was in Seth and Brooke's bed which is a little higher than mine, and the side table a little further away. I turned to get my phone, my foot got caught in the covers, and it was a longer reach than I thought and down I went.  lol

They came home from the hospital yesterday.  We are still trying to figure out who Jack looks like. I see Brooke's side in him.  I think he favors Sean a bit too.  His hair is darker, his Mom's color. I wonder if it will be curly like Sean's? It will be fun to see him grow.

I stacked these book in our kitchen fireplace (we don't use it) before the excitement.  I saw it in the new Country Living magazine.  Don't you just love it??




4.25.2011

baby pictures

Meet Jack


Mina, Jack, and Grandpa Gus (Brooke's Dad)


Aunt Meg Meg


 precious boy


look at that  black hair


Grandpa Dade and Jack

4.24.2011

Happy Easter


Happy Easter

We are blessed...our second Grandson arrived at 7:01 this Easter morning.

He is precious, pictures to follow.

May you have a wonderful day with loved ones.

Grace and Peace

4.21.2011

Good Friday





And those who passed by derided him, wagging their heads and saying, "Aha! You who would destroy the  temple and build it in three days, save yourself and come down from the cross!"  So also the chief priests mocked him to one another with the scribes, saying, "He saved others; he cannot save himself. Let the Christ, the King of Israel, come down now from the cross, that we may see and believe."  Those who were crucified with him also reviled him.  (Mark 15:29-31)



Reading from "Reliving the Passion" by Walter Wangerin Jr.

Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the Lord hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.

No, there never was such sorrow as this. And the fools who pass by jeering merely reveal an iniquitous ignorance. Passer-by indeed? Untouched, absolutely insensitive: here are the unbelievers of the world.

The chief priests, on the other hand, are those who should know better, having learned the Word of God, but who seek herein nothing other than the proofs of their own power. Therefore they see only so much sorrow as they think they have themselves imposed, and they are (like all ecclesiastics seeking authority) satisfied by the crucifixion. Those crucified with him know no more than the priests (why should they?) and find in him but a little diversion on their way to death and perdition. The sorrow of the Messiah is nothing to these; so they mock.

But we, who in steadfast faith do hear his cry - what sort of sorrow do we see? How painful is the mockery?

Well, if he is innocent, the mockery wounds him with tolerable wounds since he can wrap himself in the dignity and self-pity of a misunderstood goodness. If he is innocent, the crucifixion makes him a better man after all, since his sacrifice is the very extremity of selfless love. But if he is guilty, the mockery is accurate and right, and its wounds are an intolerable anguish.

Guilty? Is this thinkable, that Jesus is guilty? No, it is not thinkable. It is as unthinkable as the pain such guilt must cause - but it is true! There are moments right now when Jesus looks down on the sick derision of the people at his feet and he agrees: It is right. I am worse that false priests and outright criminals.

Maybe none shall see with more terrible clarity the sorrow of our Lord than the apostle Paul: "For our sake," he writes, "God made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God" (2 Corinthians 5:21). He does not write: "To bear our guilt," as though a good man became better by substituting himself for our punishment. Severely, Paul writes, "God made him to be sin." Jesus has become a bad man, the worst of all men, the badness, in fact, of our sin," as though Jesus and sin are essentially separate things, the one a weight upon the other for a while. No, but "to be sin": Jesus is sin! Jesus is the thing itself!

Today, Friday, between the third hour and the ninth, beneath a blackening sky, Jesus has become the rebellion of humankind against its God.

His is, therefore, rightly crucified. He bows before his deserving. There is nothing to ease his sorrow - no, not even some sweet internal sense of innocence. However mistaken the motives of his enemies, Jesus belongs on the cross because sin deserves - sin requires! - the complete, judicial damnation of the Deity.

And yet, and yet: this same Jesus is also the Holy One of the God, now as much as ever before - because now he is completely obedient to the Father. Holy, he must hate sin with an unyielding hatred. Behold, then, and see a sorrow unlike any other sorrow in the universe: that right now Jesus hates himself with an unyielding hatred.

He is, in his own eyes, vile. He cannot console himself  with the goodness of his sacrifice or the wickedness of his detractors, passer-by, priests, criminals - because they are right! The wicked ones are right.

This is, perhaps the second bitterest swallow in the cup of suffering which he drinks. 

The worst is yet to come.



Jesus didn't just take my punishment, as if that would be a just, but he actually became sin. The one who never knew sin...all the sin of the world, past, present, and future.  

All of it, all of it!

I cannot begin to comprehend it. To bear the sin of the world, and then to feel, experience the Father turning his back on him. The one that had never been separated from the Father from eternity past...ever 

All for love!  

Amazing love, amazing grace!! 

4.18.2011

Abiding Monday


And as they were eating, he took bread and blessed and broke it and gave it to them and said, "Take; this is my body." And he took the cup, and when he had given thanks he gave it to them, and they all drank it. And he said to them, "This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many. Truly, I say to you, I shall not drink again of the fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new in the kingdom of God."

Mark 14:22-25

This piece comes from "Reliving the Passion" by Walter Wangerin Jr.

"The Lord Jesus, the same night in which he was betrayed

When is a mother more inclined to cuddle her children? When they are a nasty, insolent brood, disobedient and disrespectful of her motherhood? Or when they are cuddly?

When will a father likelier give good gifts to his children? When they've just ruined the previous gift, by negligence or by downright wickedness? When they are sullen and self-absorbed? Or when they manifest genuine goodness and self-responsibility?

But the love of Jesus is utterly unaccountable - except that he is God and God is love. It has no cause in us. It reacts to, or repays, or rewards just nothing in us. It is beyond human measure, beyond human comprehension. It takes my breath away.

For when did Jesus choose to give us the supernal, enduring gift of his presence, his cuddling, his dear communing with us? When we were worthy of the gift, good people indeed? Hardly. It was precisely when we were most unworthy. When our wickedness was directed particularly at him.

Listen, children: it was to the insolent and the hateful that he gave his gift of personal love.

"As they were eating, he took bread and blessed and broke it and gave it to them and said -"

When the apostle Paul the pastor repeats: The Lord Jesus, the same night in which he was betrayed, took bread. Oh, let that pastor murmur those words, the same night, with awe. For who among us can hear them just before receiving the gift of Christ's intimacy and not be overcome with wonder, stunned at such astonishing love? The context qualifies that love. The time defines it. And ever and ever again, these words remind us of the times: The same night in which he was betrayed

"While we were still weak," say Paul, "at the right time Christ died for the ungodly." Not for the godly and the good, but "while we were yet sinners Christ died for us." Then! That same night! When absolutely nothing recommended us. When "we were enemies." Enemies! In the night of gravest human treachery he gave the gift of himself. And the giving has never ceased. The holy communion continues today.

But in that same night he remembered our need. In that same night he provided the sacrament which would forever contain his grace and touch his comfort into us.

Oh, this a a love past human expectation. This is beyond all human deserving. This, therefore, is a love so celestial that it shall endure long and longer than we do.

This is grace."


Father may the truth of this not just sit on the edges of my heart, but sink down deep, fill every hole, crack and crevice. May it color everything I say and do.  


I'm taking a wee blogging break this week. May you experience God's love for you in a fresh way this Easter. May you experience his amazing, unconditional, unmerited, available love for you as you draw near to him.  

Grace and Peace


4.12.2011

New Painting


Setting Me Free



While cleaning and organizing my studio...again...I came across this large piece of Birch wood sitting behind the door. So I decided to play on it.  I have to tell you that I love painting on wood.  I slathered gesso all over it - the really thick Blick brand, scribbled and wrote in the gesso, then just layered color, and writing.  I love how this turned out.  I may add a darker color to the heart on one side for more depth.  And I am wondering if white splatters of paint might look good too.  (I added the white splatters - looks good - will take a photo today if it does not rain)

Oh I wonder if this would make a good table top like this one.

with white splatters

4.11.2011

Abiding Monday



I have been reading, like many of you "One Thousand Gifts" by Ann Voskamp. And it is a marvelous book, but I have resisted beginning a gratitude journal because everybody else is doing it. I say to myself, "I know I am grateful..."

But...

My heart actually races and I get excited when I approach an "Anthropologie"  store.  Or an art or paper store.  Or even T. J. Max for goodness sake, for a new cool bag when I want my "fix" of instant happiness.

Does my heart race when I think of all God has done?  Does my heart race when I think of spending time with him? If I am completely honest...(and I need to be with myself and God in order to begin the process of repentance and healing) it does not.  

Then I read:

"A thankful attitude opens windows of heaven. Spiritual blessings fall freely onto you through those openings into eternity.(we are able to see them) Moreover, as you look up with a grateful heart, you get glimpses of Glory through those windows. You cannot yet live in heaven, but you can experience foretastes of your ultimate home. Such samples of heavenly fare revive your hope. Thankfulness opens you up to these experiences, which then provide further reasons to be grateful. Thus, your path becomes an upward spiral: ever increasing in gladness.

Thankfulness is not some sort of magic formula; it is the language of Love, which enables you to communicate intimately with Me. A thankful mind-set does not entail a denial of reality with its plethora of problems. Instead, it rejoices in Me, your Savior, in the midst of trials and tribulations. I am your refuge and strength, and ever-present and well-proved help in trouble." (Sarah Young)

Then I read Ann's post for today. Heck, how to help raise grateful old people too...

"Perspective can always adopt gratitude and gratitude always parents joy".

I want my joy to come from the Lord, a deep down joy, not a fleeting happiness that comes from some shiny new bauble. 

I am thinking I will begin a Gratitude Journal - today!



4.10.2011

Childplay





This cupboard usually holds table linens.

This day it held something precious.  

It's good to have a little one around again.  They are instinctively creative, and they know how to play. 

He loves wearing these frog boots even when it is not raining.  


In a previous post, "Weaving of Lives" I spoke about my friend Katie.  She has joined the blogging community and what a blessing she is.  Please take a moment to stop by and welcome her.

Grace and Peace
  

4.04.2011

Abiding Monday


I am reading 40 Days with Jesus, Celebrating His Presence by Sarah Young. 

 40 days before Easter. 

 The Lenten Season.

I read this today.  After my post on Friday this was a blessing.


"I am able to keep you from stumbling. I know how weak your are: how easily you would stumble if I were not holding on to you. I can also present you faultless before the Presence of My Glory. You are growing in grace, but complete freedom from sin will not be possible until you leave this fallen world. Nonetheless, because you truly trust Me as Savior I keep your from stumbling in the ultimate sense: I won't let you lose your salvation.


I am able to present you faultless - blameless, perfect, unblemished - before the Presence of My Glory because I have clothed you with garments of salvation and arrayed you in a robe of righteousness. I want you to wear this royal robe with confidence. You are absolutely secure because it is My righteousness that saves you - not yours.

Exceeding Joy is for both you and Me, I delight in you now, but this Joy will be astronomically magnified when you join Me in Glory. The Joy you will experience in heaven is so far beyond anything you have known on earth that it is indescribable. Nothing can rob you of this glorious inheritance which is imperishable and will not fade away.

Rejoice!"


Now to Him who is able to keep you from stumbling, and to present you faultless before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy, to God our Savior, who alone is wise, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and forevermore. Amen  (Jude 24-25)

For Reflection: Isaiah 61:10; 1 Peter 1:3-4

Such amazing promises!  Rejoice indeed!  

4.03.2011

New items in my shop.

I was finally able to find some good quality paper to actually make prints of my paintings and journal pages instead of adhering a photo to a card. I like this much better. And I found some pretty colored envelopes to go with them. These and more are now in my Etsy shop. These would be lovely framed. I will have larger prints available in a bit.  






4.01.2011

sometimes...



Sometimes I wake, and lo, I have forgot,
And drifted out upon an ebbing sea!
My soul that was at rest now resteth not,
For I am with myself and not with thee;
Truth seems a blind moon in a glaring morn,
Where nothing is but sick-heart vanity.

George MacDonald 
Diary of an Old Soul


I have spent too much time this week on other things. Good things, but forgetting
to spend time with the Giver of those good things.

I wonder if I will ever get to the place where I do not wander so?

Grace and Peace