Wednesday, April 22, 2009


Impressionism...the best form of painting ever, in my opinion. I really think I could become a famous impressionist painter :) All I have to do is make pretty blobs all over my canvas, in millions of different colors, shapes and sizes...stand back and...voila!! For someone who is no good with detail, it's perfect! My life is somewhat an impressionist painting in the making. I have an idea as to what I want the thing to look like in the end, I know what colors I like and it's fun making blobs of experiences here and there. Every once in awhile, I step back to take a look and decide where things need adjusted. How's it looking?? Anything like what I planned?? Never. Life is what happens when you are busy making plans. When I let God have control, the canvas is a true work of art. When I take over, it's just a bunch of blobs...no one is impressed.

The kids and I paint quite a bit. I hardly ever do anything but impressionism, because I'm so curious as to what it's going to look like in the end. I never worry about what I'm doing too much, I just enjoy the colors and place them in the spaces I think they should go. The kids think I'm good at it. They love the surprise at the end. The application of the idea to my life needs a little work, but God is full of surprises:

Philippians 1:6 "For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus."

I really don't want my life to hang in a gallery for others to ponder upon and decide if they are impressed or not. I just want it to turn out the way He planned it to be...a beautiful impression to hang in His home, that brings a smile to His face whenever He looks at it.
A Monet for Jesus.



Wednesday, April 15, 2009


Slow down. Two little words with so much wisdom packed inside. I am truly a time urgent person. Go, go , go...get as much done in as little time as possible and rush while you do it. You might get lucky and have 10 extra minutes to do something else. I can't just sit and eat a snack...I have to read or something at the same time to occupy my mind. It goes 100 miles per hour and a break in thinking might cause a traffic jam or something. Slow moving people just about send me over the edge. Don't they realize what has to be done??!!

I crash at about 8:30 or 9:00 pm... mind, body and soul. I can't think or move well and everything seems 100 times worse than they really are. I have learned to just go to sleep and stop thinking. Mom was right again, things ALWAYS look better in the morning...and that starts at about 6:00am, for me.

I have to make a very direct effort to SLOW DOWN...everything from my walking pace, to cleaning the kitchen counter to breathing. I make sure not to overbook our weekly schedule, make myself spend time outside everyday (preferably not yard cleaning) and hiding in my room for a few words of thankful prayer to God in the middle of 'rush hour'. Country living is good for slowing me down too. Just the scenery and the peace helps. Living 30 minutes away from town helps keep me home more and that is a GOOD THING. No running here and there all day long. I wish more moms could be home more. She makes home a blessed place to be, and there is no greater reward than providing that for children and a hard working man.

Stop and smell the roses...and the fresh baked bread. Sit and watch your kids playing 'make believe'. Turn on your favorite song...loud...and dance. Breathe deeply and while you exhale...say "Thank you Jesus".

Friday, April 10, 2009


Good Friday...bitter sweet day. I just finished reading the first chapter of Beth Moore's book Breaking Free. It struck me that when God called Gideon to work for Him, Gideon was afraid. He did what God said, but did it at night so no one would see. His heart was doubtful and uncomfortable. God STILL called him "Mighty Warrior", before he acted mighty. Jesus was desperately grieved in the garden as He asked His Father if there was any other way to appease His wrath. Once God confirmed what had to be done, there were no more appeals, doubts or re considerations. Jesus did what had to be done, because He loved His Father so much.

Sacrifice is Love.

Today represents the greatest act of love imaginable, and God asks me (us) to follow Him, to love as He loved. Not in a gushy, easy, feel-good kind of way...that's no sacrifice...but in an often hard, against my own understanding and socially acceptable kind of way. Jesus' own family thought He was crazy and encouraged Him to stop what He was doing...out of love I'm sure, but love for their own comfort (they didn't want to loose Him). It takes great faith to love like that. In a world bent on living comfortable lives filled with pleasureable experiences, we miss out on the greatest experience of divine comfort and real, supernatural, life changing events only God can provide. May this Good Friday inspire us to live like that. Trade our old philosophy of love for His and see why this day is so "good" for the first time.