Sunday, April 13, 2014

For All These Things

early mornings with the camera, 
pink flowers, puffy gowns, 
bow ties, shiny shoes, 
laughter in the hallways.

Japanese maples, 
dandelions in the sun, 
selfies (with photo mom-bombs), 
old dogs and new dogs, 
time in the Word.

friendships, and phone calls, 
riding horses with
spring in the air.

prayer, good books, 
for food and long walks. 

yellow pollen, 
happy children who paint,
and teenagers.

the privilege to
be present in 
these moments.

For all these things, I am thankful.

Wednesday, April 09, 2014


Ten days ago we rescued a little shepherd mix from the pound.

Rosie officially belongs to The Girl, who has pined for a puppy all her own for several years.

I recently read the poem below and laughed out loud. We are diligently working day, and night, on training. But, truly, I'm not quite sure who is training who?

All the same, we're smitten….

My Dog's My Boss by Robert William Service
Each day when it's anighing three
Old Dick looks at the clock,
Then proudly brings my stick to me
To mind me of our walk.
And in his doggy rapture he
Does everything but talk.

But since I lack his zip and zest
My old bones often tire;
And so I ventured to suggest
Today we hug the fire.
But with what wailing he expressed
The death of his desire!

He gazed at me with eyes of woe
As if to say: 'Old boy,
You mustn't lose your grip, you know,
Let us with laughing joy,
On heath and hill six miles or so
Our legs and lungs employ.'

And then his bark was stilled to a sigh
He flopped upon the floor;
But such a soft old mug am I
I threw awide the door;
So gaily, though the wind was high
We hiked across the moor.

Thursday, April 03, 2014

Art Class

This week was the first week teaching art to students in my home.

I piled seven amazing students into my dining room, with my old chipped chairs, and we painted and played. It was so much fun.

I'm pretty sure my friends Kim and Julia gave me the idea to teach art in the home, but why didn't I think of it sooner? I get to plan and practice creativity in preparation, and then get to do it again with some smart and talented kiddos. It's awesome!

This week we played with tempera paints and learned some color theory and line drawing. Next week we'll play with watercolors.

Can't wait!

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Tuesday Post

It's hard to believe its only Tuesday. This week has been full. But I found myself in a place where I have a couple hours of relatively uninterrupted time to catch on the blog and other correspondence. So here we go....

Yesterday I took The Girl to her art class. She has been learning to paint from a friend of mine who lives out in the country. They have a pond and are raising up ducklings. But these three babes are too little yet to live on their own so they are currently living in the kitchen of this beautiful country home. They are darling when they get to take come out of their duck-pin a take dip in the pool. I had so much fun watching them splash and play.

On Sunday night, The Girl and I went to the Kari Jobe concert. I still remember my first concert (Amy Grant in 1987) and I was excited to experience The Girl's first concert too. I was so excited when we got to meet Kari after the concert! My friend, Angie, had also come with us, and she has excellent after-concert skills. She knew to wait until everyone left, and then she was able to find where Kari was greeting people. So much fun. Very thankful for my Girl.

The Mister bought me a new art book, Avian Friends Guided Activity Journal  and the pages are so pretty I cannot stand to paint in them. So I've decided to draw some of the pages on watercolor paper instead. I can't decide what I like more when painting, flowers or birds. In this book, you don't have to choose. I should be busy in the office for a good while.

I'm grateful that the "winter" storm expected today hasn't come. My Camellia's are starting to spring up and they just make me happy. They are my favorite flowers in the yard.

I'm still trying to gather my thoughts about the weekend, still trying to think things through, but I do know this: I am thankful for that boy.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Comfort for Street Weepers

I didn't post yesterday because my heart is heavy...

On Friday afternoon, a dear friend of my son was on her way to pick him up from our house. She had her sister and a friend with her too.They were going to grab a bite to eat and go do something fun the girls had planned. She had just called to say she was nearly there, so he stood outside and waited.

When we heard the sirens, it didn't even occur to us that it could be for them.

But it was. When the girls failed to arrive forty minutes later, my son knew something wasn't right. So we ran down the street to find the wreckage, just at the end of our street. Two smashed cars in a ditch and a broken telephone pole. All involved already in route to hospital by ambulance.

The damage didn't look survivable. When I saw the fall out of the wreck, I wept on that street like a child who was lost. My sobs rang out and echoed off the pavement. My own son had to be the adult, gathering information and consoling his mother.

But God is good, all the time.

Everyone survived. Two of the girls have major bumps and bruises and will need lots of recovery time. The driver, my son's dear friend, is still in the hospital, beginning the healing process of a broken pelvis, broken ribs and a collapsed lung. But she is alive!

Life is fragile... "And so we know and rely on the love God has for us.... he hears us...We know also that the Son of God has come and has given us understanding, so that we may know Him who is true. And we are in Him who is true - even in his Son Jesus Christ. He is the true God and eternal life."  (1 John 5: 14, 20-21)

Even in the face of all the things we wish we could have done, or should have done, or would have done, if we could do it all over again, we must remember this: it is only God who gives understanding. This is a merciful gift. He does not give the knowledge to rely on ourselves and avoid the trials in life. But He gives us understanding that we might know Him, who is the Truth, and cling to Him without hesitation, while the trial passes through. He is the One who picks us up while we are weeping in the street, cares intimately for our heavy hearts, and gives comfort that is strong and lasting. He is the true God. 

The Lord preserved the lives of those three precious young women on Friday afternoon. May this moment draw them, and their families and friends, and my son, and me... always to the understanding of Christ and His amazing love. Amen.

Friday, March 21, 2014

Photo Friday

Feathered, Furry, Four-legged Friends…

…. and a flower, for good measure!

Happy Friday!

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Throwback Thursday: Being Present

{Throwback Thursday post from the Archives: originally posted on Mar 19, 2009 - LVCG}

I'm in the middle of trying to plan a little family vacation, so i am going to use today's computer time for that. But I wanted to share one of my favorite pictures. This was before we had a digital camera so this picture looks fake ...but oh! this day was very real.

This was taken outside of Estes Park, Colorado on a trail that I think was called The Devils Backbone. It was the summer of 2003. 

This picture means so much to me because I was finally coming out of struggle in my life. 

I had had a long battle with myself; I was finally feeling free. I was in the early stages of being healthy--body, mind, and spirit. 

I was really living

The air was cool. A monsoon storm was threatening to roll over the valley that quietly sat beneath the opposite side of the ridge. 

I can still smell the rain on the wind, feel the dirt on my hands. I can see different shades of green foliage, blue sky, and red earth; with the dark clouds of black and grey, that couldn't have have darkened my spirit, even if it poured out heavy drops of rain. I looked into the deep brown eyes of my children; felt the dry, strong, hand of The Misters in mine.

I was alive. 

In that moment, I felt blessedly content.

The voice of a hawk called from the craggy crevices behind us. Daring us to walk closer, yet we stayed on the trail. We hiked to a bench that sat between the path overlooking the valley, we sat and watched bolts of bluish lightening make its presence known. 

It is something I will never forget...that time when I realized how amazing life can be when we choose to be present. 

Storms may be on the horizon. 

The trail maybe steep. 

But there is rest for the soul in the midst. Where we resist the call to leave the road marked before us, and stand in awe of all that is good. 

...where we can breathe deeply, and smile.

Jeremiah 6:16,

God's Message yet again:

   "Go stand at the crossroads and look around. 
   Ask for directions to the old road,
The tried-and-true road. Then take it. 
   Discover the right route for your souls."