Monday, December 31, 2012

Thoughts on Snootiness and Snippiness

Something has been bothering me
as I read around blogland...

It's the snootiness and snippiness of some people;
often people with a large audience~
snipping at,
 or about 
other people. 

I pray it stops.

I pray they will read some of Jesus' most profound words in
John 17:20-22

and get a fresh understanding of this:

John 13:35 says, "By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” 

and Galatians 6:10 says, "Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers." {ESPECIALLY}

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Au revoir 2012

For the past three days I've been reviewing 2012 via my three journals. It really takes my breath away!

I would never have imagined in a million years that because of my husband's job taking him to Florida for five months and then Montana for three, I would have six round trip flights. All but one were ten-day trips. And then two one-way flights so I could drive home with him to Wisconsin. All within nine months of 2012. Would you believe that I had my very first ever flight in 2003! {I am perhaps making up for lost time?}

We visited relatives in Kentucky, we met new friends from Missouri, saw old Presidents in South Dakota...and survived a tire blow-out on our car-hauler the busy interstate. My cousin drove us up Bear Tooth Pass from Red Lodge, MT  {I was forced to face down my fear of rolling off the edge of a mountain on the switchbacks!} And... I'm quite sure we experienced angels pushing us up the mountains when our truck was over-heating in North Carolina!

I also never imagined riding my bike on ocean beaches in the winter or in the Montana mountains in the summer. And today as I have been back to life-as-usual (mostly) since the end of August, it is hard to comprehend that it all really happened...

I never imagined either, that I would find myself on live radio sitting next to one of my favorite people, Susie Larson talking about being a recovering Pharisee. (with my friends Tami, Lauren and Bridgett)

Or on Live radio a second time praying with my friend Tami on Praise FM on the National Day of Prayer.

Then there is the wild and crazy story of selling our farm and dealing with the let-down of our buyers backing out five months later. And that right after announcing the closing of my little gift shop.

{Now. Who am I and what am I doing??? Though I know that I am not what I do...I still found my identity had wrapped itself up in my career as a gift-shop owner.} I am still working on closing my shop... and finding contentment in waiting on God to direct my steps.

After three years of my husband living away from home for work, he's been back at home since mid-August. That has been an adjustment!!!...him calling me at 4:30 asking me where I was and I was out 'doing my thing' as I had been free to do for those three years...and making meals? Oh that's right! We had to re-merge our lives.

 Who would have known that by years end we would be blessed with another grandson!?!
And a future daughter-in-love with an end-of-year engagement?
Today I was reading a blog about having a five-year-plan. I laughed a little thinking of how I could never have planned our 2012. Not in a million years. I do like the idea of a five year plan. I sent the link to hubby. I said, "We should do this separate and then come together and see how we converge." It will be fun to dream about what God might be up to in our lives in 2013 and beyond. {And our farm is still for sale...}

These are just highlights. There were also many challenges woven through our 2012 story. Challenges that had me reeling...
Our son and his girl were involved in a high-speed chase by drug dealers who believed he was someone else with the same car who owed money for drugs. The car was stolen from the driveway when they finally landed and jumped out. I got a call after the event while they were still waiting for the police...I waited at home alone. Wondering. Praying. The story was a nightmare. I prayed A LOT. The car was recovered two days later. Two of the three criminals were apprehended. Our families....and my heart is intact. Praise God!

There have been financial challenges, relational challenges and health challenges in the lives of my closest friends and relatives. And God has been faithful to answer my prayers, though I still wait on Him for some of the answers, I am confident that I will see His hand and beauty in every story. He is so very good!

It's true, it is true: God has a wild imagination. What a journey its been to walk with Him in 2012!!!

Are you recapping your year? Please leave a link so I can hear what God has been up to in your life!

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Life is a Battle, Be Offensive.

Life is a battle. And if we lay down our swords and just play...we lose. We lose ground and allow the enemy to take ground.

The good news is that wherever we find ourselves...the MINUTE we turn to God we start winning again!

Put on your armor {Ephesians 6:10-20}, pick up your sword (God's Word) and shield (faith) and press on Mighty Warrior! In Jesus' Name!

Hover over these:

Hebrews 12:1

1 Timothy 1:18

2 Corinthians 10:4

1 Timothy 6:12

James 4:7

1 Peter 5:9

Then check out this old song:


Wednesday, December 12, 2012

O How I Love My King!

He stoops down to lift us up. 
How can I not love such a wondrous King?
Oh make Him yours if you haven't already!!!
He is the Gift of CHRISTmas! 
...and when you kissed the face of Jesus, 
you kissed the face of God...
Mary, did you know?

Snow Covering the Lifeless Grey and Beauty After the Fall

There is a certain quietness about a snowfall. A call to slow down. 

As I drove into town today to get some blue painter's tape for my girlfriend who
is teaching worship dance classes in our church, (while she awaits her facility)
I heard a song.
The song said Jesus washes our sins white as snow.
As I pass by rows of white, snow-covered pines, and brown branches 
heavy with their new shimmery-white accumulation,
the lyrics are like sunbeams, and my soul understands. 
The covering of the radiant snow on the bleak grey and brown left after the fall.
 fresh white life after barren death
...after the fall...
grey and brown and lifeless limbs
 and then new life!!!
...then resurrection-delight from this glorious glittery fresh showfall...
he washes me white as snow
He resurrects my heart after the fall.

Since dancing on carpet is a bit problematic, my friend purchased
4x8 sheets of thin hardboard and lays them on the carpet using blue painter's tape to
secure the edges. Every week she does this on Tuesdays so her students have a
 smooth surface to practice on.
It is a beautiful expression of her love for Jesus, 
her willingness to move forward in faith in her dream to 
magnify God with her art. 
Even though conditions are not ideal.
Whatever it takes, whatever God opens for her, she walks through and offers herself. 
She does the work with joy, and blesses the socks right off of those little girls.
And right  into ballet slippers every Tuesday afternoon. 
And instructs them that their bodies are gifts from God to be given back to Him.
For He has given this gift of new life after the fall.

The gift of Christmas is 
the freedom to cease from our striving
and allow the Prince of Peace to rule in our hearts.
He washes us white as snow.
And then we shine! 
Let every heart prepare Him room.
Let every sin be covered by His blood, that we become white as snow...

Monday, December 10, 2012

Know Peace

The angel announced to the shepherds,

“Glory to God in the highest heaven,
  and on earth peace to those 
on whom his favor rests.”
Luke 2:14

The strife of life is healed when we accept
the gift of Christmas
Who brings into our hearts the truth that
sets us free.
He establishes the peace we long for...
When He enables us to

~love our enemies~
~humble ourselves~
~serve when we are busy~
~rejoice in His love and promises in hard times~
~face down our fears with courage~
~make decisions based on truth and not people's expectations~
~cease striving...and know that He is God~

Isaiah 9:6-7

For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given,

    and the government will be on his shoulders.
And he will be called
    Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
    Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Of the greatness of his government and peace
    there will be no end.
He will reign on David’s throne
    and over his kingdom,
establishing and upholding it
    with justice and righteousness
    from that time on and forever.
The zeal of the Lord Almighty
    will accomplish this.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

How to Avoid Crashing into the Wall of Weariness this Advent Season

How many days have I walked, no trudged through without realizing the sacredness of the moments? Without realizing the value of the service I render to God in serving my serving my church serving my community or my circle of many have you trudged through weary? I recently read an interview by Lanier Ivester on the book: REAL LOVE FOR REAL LIFE by ANDI ASHWORTH.

"When our imaginations are captured by the idea of creating good stories in the lives of the people we’ve been given to love, a world of possibility opens up. It must be said that a lot of caregiving work is tedious, repetitive, and wearying. Washing endless loads of laundry, a thousand trips to the grocery store, cleaning up after children, all the bits and pieces required to care for a spouse or friend who’s battling illness. But if we can keep in mind the bigger story we’re creating, it goes a long way in bringing meaning to the details." ~Andi Ashworth

After this holiday-­past of giving thanks, and on the cusp of the holiday-­next; the one where we celebrate our God emptying himself and coming for us in the form of a helpless babe. The God-­‐man born in a stable because there was no room in the inn...

I assume the David-­family reunion turned away a young cousin on the verge of giving birth because she was not married. Perhaps they didn’t want their party interrupted by a relative in need...Rejected by family, Joseph and Mary made their way to the barn. {and somehow I think I know that feeling...}

I pause for a re-­gathering of what is true. Pause before entering what tends to be 'the fray' of Christmas prep; the fray of the endless 'to-­‐do' list with more bullet points than any other season of the year. The baking and shopping, decorating, and mopping... and in this life we have been given, every moment is precious. And still every year it seems, I come face to face and often have a run-­in with that wall of weariness that threatens to undo me.

That moment I must stop, breathe deep, look up and God reminds me, it's not me but He who lives in me that carries out the work. Without Him I can do nothing, but through Him I can do all things. John 15:5 {Remind me to remember!} I've tried numerous times to do it without Him. Those are the times I crash. I feel anxious, frazzled and every little molehill becomes a looming mountain. And is that what Christmas is??

Every day with the things we face that seem beyond our ability to complete, we have grace; the undeserved presence of Immanuel, God-with-us who gives us strength.

Faith. Its the connection of my "I can't" to "but my God will". I cannot raise these children to be healthy, thoughtful, caring, kind, generous citizens that will bless the world in which they live. But with faith, God will enable me. Or the baking, shopping, wrapping and mopping...

Faith. I think it's like that plug on my coffee maker. When it is plugged into the outlet, I get coffee when I hit the "on" button. If I hit the button with the plug lying on the counter, I have water, ground coffee, and my Keurig, but nothing for that best part of waking up. {Really my Bible is the best part, but coffee is a close second!}

Grace is the electricity for the plug-­‐in on my coffee maker. {No electricity, no coffee}

Grace. The power of God to do the things we feelare incapable of doing. And when we realize; when we remember that day we understood that life isn't just a big "me-party"... The day we opened the stable of our heart to receive the babe, He came in to live inside (grace). And then when He came in, He transformed the stinky stable of our heart into His Holy temple... we remember we have the power of Heaven to live this wonderful life through us. And every moment is sacred; every act of service is an act of worship unto the Prince of Peace. 

May you remember that Prince of Peace lives in you as you make your way through this advent season, and keep your daily dates with Jesus (& enjoy a little java too)! 

Saturday, November 17, 2012

To Live in Peace

Oh, that the world would know the way to true peace.
That I would remember what I know to be true: 
Submitting to a Perfectly Just, Perfectly Wise
Perfectly Loving King.
The Giver of every good and perfect gift; it's God. 
And there is only One who is perfect in all His ways...

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
    the people he chose for his inheritance.
Psalm 33:12

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

My Prayer For President Obama & For The USA

Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank you for your amazing love and mercy. Thank you that you establish our governing authorities for our good. To protect your people and to administer justice in the land. I thank you for our President. Thank you that in your great wisdom, you have chosen him to be our president. I pray he will acknowledge you in all his ways. I pray he will be surrounded with godly people full of your wisdom who will encourage him and counsel him to make wise decisions. I pray that in his decision-making, he will do justly, love mercy and walk humbly with You. I pray that your Spirit would go before him, that you would guide him, and teach him and protect him. May he desire to honor You above all things.

I pray that you would enable your people, those who call on your name to carry out your great commission. That nothing would hinder your word from going forth and setting captives free. I pray that the witness of your people would be unhindered. May we not get sidetracked by fear or by the pride of men. Enable us to obey you in all of your will. May we continue to serve you in humility and without fear. May Jesus be glorified in this land that you have generously blessed.

Forgive us Father, for polluting this land by shedding innocent blood through abortion. Surely we deserve bondage, but still we have liberty. How great is your mercy! May we honor your abundant and amazing mercy by turning from our wicked ways and preserving your gift of liberty. May Your truth reign. May your light shine once again for the innocent unborn babies.

Forgive us for wanting to make up our own rules, for desiring to re-define what you have clearly established from days of old. That You are the Bridegroom and your Church is Your Bride. That you established marriage between a man and a woman as a sacred-holy union to display your love and care for your people and your desire for our response to you in honor and respect. That to try to paint over that would pervert your plan. It would be like swishing a wet paintbrush over the Mona Lisa. Obscuring You. The Master Artist of the Universe…and Your magnificent love for your people. And the fact that you desire intimacy with us in a way that Your plan for marriage would display… with the ability to create life from the sacred union.

Forgive us for failing to teach our children that honoring you is more satisfying than seeking things for themselves. For failing to teach them that it is more blessed to give than receive. That true life is found in laying ours down to lift others up.

This land is full of your glory. From the Redwood forest to the Gulf-stream waters, From the mountains to the prairies to the oceans white with foam…you have blessed us. We don't deserve to take a breath much less marvel at the wonders of this land. Your love is unfailing. Oh God, creator of Heaven and Earth, open our eyes to see your goodness. Open our ears to hear you speak to us. You are glorious, You have created all good things that we enjoy with our liberty. Without you, there is only darkness. Continue to have mercy on us O Lord. Make your face to shine upon us and give us your peace.

Where there is fear, open our eyes and hearts to your peace.
Where there is poverty, open our hands to give of your goodness.
Where there is strife, open our hearts to offer forgiveness, kindness and grace.
Where there is oppression, ignite our hearts to act as your agents of deliverance.
Where there is sin, deliver us O Lord from leaning on our own understanding; from walking in our own way.
Where there is rebellion against your ways, help us to desire to honor you and give us a heart to turn from our way.
Where there are lies, bring conviction and a love of truth.
Where there is brokenness, bring redemption. For that is WHO you are. The great Redeemer-King.

May we, Your people honor you by honoring the one who is presiding over our land. May we please you in every way. In Jesus' Name. Amen.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Don't Do It...Don't Compare...You Are Made To Shine

 Apple Pie or Peach Cobbler? Which one is better? What would you choose?

I think about God. And me. And you. How He made US and how often I have walked wounded because I have allowed myself to be on the losing end of comparison. The problem was really my issue of inferiority. Of believing I was less than (pick any person deemed greater than me by me). This temptation and struggle never goes away... when I see someome 'sparklier' than me. One who seems more star-like. If I compare myself to someone like Beth Moore who (yes, I sadly have), who, even though she is older than I, is more influential, cuter, thinner, bolder...I can feel quite the opposite of what I see her to be. (Translate: ugly, fat and wimpy~a sad deduction indeed!)

With my husband in construction, I have been in bathrooms on construction jobsites where there was no custodian. And because I had to go...bad enough to sit in the filth of the grease, grime (and I dare not think of what else) on the toilet, I esteemed very highly all janitors who keep potties clean for my hiney as much as I value the teaching of Beth Moore for my soul.

How would we compare a soul-nourisher, to a germ-remover? {I rest my case} How can we compare one of God's girls to another. Wouldn't our world be bland if we all had the same gifts, interests and all looked the same?

Often we feel like we are less-than because our job, or our life isn't as 'sparkly' as someone else's. Our problem is we look at the sparkle of the celebrity rather than the sparkle of the faithful. Not to pick on Beth Moore, she is both a celebrity and faithful. Which is worth celebrating for sure. Not many can manage that load well. God has enabled her and it is a beautiful thing. But imagine our world without mechanics who get greasy caring for our car. Or farmers who get stinky gathering our dairy. Or janitors who clean the inside of the potties. Or how about the manufacturers of jets, or the designers of tall buildings? Or...the changers of diapers. A very significant task indeed!

One is a peach. One is an apple. Can one compare fairly? Not. At. All. So next time you feel the inferiority lies imposing, weighing on you, look away, look up. Look around at the things that would fall apart if your hands didn't touch them. How many 'gardens' in your care would be weedy or drought-stricken if you didn't tend them? Remember that whatever is in our tiny lunch sack that we offer to Jesus gets multiplied. When he touches our small task- tended, it becomes nourishing life for those in our care. Those in our neighborhood. In our our home.

You. You are a love-gift. You are a blessing. Yes you. Marvel at the wonder that God made you to be you. Beautiful. And then thank Him that all the seemingly insignificant tasks really do have eternal significance when done with Him in mind. Celebrate the gift of being you. Comparison DIM-inishes your sparkle. So don't do it! Shine on Sister! 

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Radical Waiting

I wrote a post on waiting recently...I think it is my most popular ever post. Probably because I have had to re-read it several times. 

Over summer while we were waiting on our buyers to give us their official purchase order on our farm, they kept waiting. After five months, they backed out and we returned their check. She said in her last email, 'wait, wait, wait.' (she really did say it three times)


We have the house on the market again, and have shown it five times in the last two weeks. We are waiting.

We have had two farmers want to purchase our farmland and the farm would remain on five acres. We have been in contact with both of them over price, and with our realtor to know if it might be a better route for us. And we are waiting.

I submitted a workshop proposal to teach at a conference back in April. First the announcements were going to be made in September, but they have been going through some revamping of their procedures and updating their website, so then it was going to be November 1st. It is 11:40 and I am still waiting.

Pictured here is my daughter and her little family. They are expecting baby #2. Last week there was a shifty day...but it proved to be a false start. We are waiting.

'Wiki answers' says the best answer to "How many times does the Bible say 'wait'?" is 106 times. I can take heart. It does help to remember that Noah waited. Abraham waited. Moses waited. Joshua waited. Joseph waited. Esther waited. Ruth waited.... It helps to be in good company. Plus I know God is working out some more 'kinks' in my character. And working in some good stuff like patience and trust...

I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;

    therefore I will wait for him.”

Lamentations 3:24

What are you waiting for?

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

What You Need Is

In weariness...
In weakness...
In loneliness...
In bareness....
In life...
In death...
In hard times...
In good times...
In scary times...
In joyful times...
What you need is love. 
God's unfailing love 
and soothes us 
at all times....
Look up! Look around! Smile!

May your unfailing love rest upon us, O Lord,
    even as we put our hope in you. 

Psalm 33:22

Monday, October 22, 2012

Kids in a Bind-Mom to the Rescue

My two are in the middle and on the right.

I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard a faint rap on the door. I quickly wrapped a towel around myself and released the hook-latch in order to peek at what the kids might be needing. They were 9 and 11 and we had just moved into our country home after living in town for six years. When I got in the shower, I heard them playing upstairs in the little attic over the office.

Upon seeing a sullen look on Ethan's face, my curiosity was peaked. There was actually a tear in his eye. He turned to look at his sister and said, "Tell her Kayla."

The suspense was killing me. ..."Well,"...{wincing, a bit fearful} she said, "...Ethan and I caught a chipmunk and brought it up in the attic to play with got away!"

Concealing my laughter inside I said, "Well, you caught it once, go catch it again!"

Outside under the bird feeder, where Chippy frequented, they had set upside-down a plastic, mesh, shoe-box-sized basket with a forked twig propping one end up. There was a string attached to the twig. When the chipmunk entered the basket, they tripped the twig with the string and caught it.

Those were the days of Beanie Babies. We had a neighbor that collected them, and shared several with my kids. Often when I was working in my craft room, the kids built things out of scrap wood. They had been in the attic that day with their Beanies, home-made Beanie-Bunk-Beds and Beanie jackets made out of old sock-remnants with arm-holes cut in the sides. I imagined them trying to get Chippy into a little sock-jacket.

I heard them overhead scuffling about. The attic is probably 10'x10' with low sidewalls and a peaked ceiling. We only had a few things up there...suitcases, a few boxes. It was a perfect child-wonderful place to play! As things go, I could hear them getting frustrated with each other. After letting them pursue the little varmint for nearly 20 minutes, I went up to offer adult wisdom.

It was clear that Chippy liked the edges of the room, so I told the kids to bring everything into center and I would hold a box in the doorway, they could route the little guy and we would corral it in the box. It looked to be working like a charm until Chippy found a hole along that one edge of the room. He slipped in and was gone!!!

My mind went to the stench that would be in the house when Chippy went to Chipmunk heaven, and also to the reality that I wasn't going to stand guard at that hole waiting for him to emerge sometime in the next few I did what any other mother would do. Wadded up tin foil and stuck it in the hole in case he resurfaced. Then I could check, and if the foil was knocked out of the hole, I would know to look for him. I dreaded him not emerging, and wasn't sure I wanted him to come back inside either.

He never did come out. I checked the foil over the course of the next three days and it never moved. I braced myself for the smell, but never had to endure that either. He must have found his way outside somehow.

Similarly, I have delighted in God's creation and savored His gifts, and then I have gotten myself into little messes that I cannot seem to fix myself...I'm so grateful that He stands over me with His Fatherly affection and helps me out of the binds I get myself into.

Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love,
   for I have put my trust in you.
Show me the way I should go,
   for to you I lift up my soul. ~Psalm 143:8

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Friday, October 19, 2012

Mind-Wandering at the Wonders of God's Lavish Love

Taking time to be still and mind-wander at the wonders of the 
love of God in undeserved gifts. 

Gifts of family, friends, & time with them. Restored people, victorious people, 
prayers answered, and hope for the ones still asking. 

May your weekend be full of mind-wandering at the wonders of His love for you...
and your heart be hushed with recollection of
the gifts you've been given in your life.

joining Sandy for Still Saturday...

Monday, October 15, 2012

Observing Children*Finding Treasure

Selling a home and moving can be a daunting experience. Especially if you are moving communities where you don’ t know anyone. This was the case for our family when our daughter Kayla was five and our baby Ethan was not yet three. (The photo is of my kiddos just before this story took place)

This move required several painful challenges. Our buyers had requested that we clean out an old barn foundation behind our shed. We had no idea what was there when we said ‘yes’ since it was largely overgrown by brush and vines. What we discovered was a never-ending task that became a mountain of discarded vehicle parts, box springs, and other unidentifiable hunks of rusty metal on our front yard. Next, we moved into our friends’ basement because our buyers wanted their new home before we found our next one two months later. And then, after finally finding our home in a new town… it was six weeks in…with boxes still piled high, and rooms needing painting, I slipped on ice near our front door while moving our dining room table, and dropped it on my leg. My leg was broken…

Did I mention we moved because of our four year financial struggle in which we had, as my husband often said, “More month than money.”? And. We had no health insurance. Often trouble seems to increase when you feel like you just can’t go another step!

As I lay the entire first week with my leg propped up on the back of the couch. I knew that I would have six more weeks with my plaster-trophy. Gazing at the stacks of unpacked boxes and the walls in need of paint, I thanked the Lord that I would one day get to those jobs. I also found myself thinking of more profound things than which drawer to put the silverware in.

I observed my two happy-go-lucky little ones. They were one-on-each-side, hauling my basket of laundry up the stairs so I could fold it, and they were finding it fun! My heart swelled. And then I contrasted my common adult-reactions to trials and transitions with their child-reactions. How often mine are laden with anxiety or frustration, and here were my children just doing the thing in front of them without concern, without any thought of it being a burden (at least at the ages of two and five!) because they were the kids and we were the parents and that is all they needed to know! And I knew God was speaking to my heart about the freedom from anxiety and care that He wants for His children. He wants peace, joy and thankful hearts for me and for you in every circumstance.

My observation has served me well in the years since. Often (I wish I could say always) when I have been tempted to take on worries and cares in difficult circumstances, the Lord has brought to mind the picture of my little ones hauling my laundry with joy. Remembering this, it shifts my thinking, and I decide to trust instead of worry.

And eighteen years later, I can tell you I have survived every trial, and many with peace and joy when I remember that we are His kids and He is our Daddy and that is all I need to know!

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6

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Saturday, October 13, 2012

The Lord says, "Come..."

The entire Bible is a call to know and love God. Jesus came to open the way for our union with Him to be restored. God uses marriage as a demonstration of His desire for us. He is the Bridegroom, we are the Bride. Yes, that close! Isaiah 62:5 ...When you wake up, He wants you to spend time with Him in His Word (Did you know 'scripture' means "calling out"?). He is calling out to you. Isaiah 1:18

Hear His invitation here:

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Take a Moment... See. Hear. Marvel... Be an Artist.

Who can see the sunrise every morning and the sunset in the evening and not see 
the Artist's Hand?

Who can place their finger in the palm of a baby's hand, and in feeling the soft-warm grip, not marvel at the Artist who formed it?

Who can breathe in the air and drink the fresh water and not exult at the existence of the very thing we need being perfectly what we need, given by the Artist?

Who can sit at the bedside of one suffering and not know there is meaning and purpose in every moment given. Given by the Artist to a life that hangs on to hope for a miracle, for more moments, days, years, despite the decay of the body?

Who can observe the details in the flower and not marvel at it's perfect symmetry or its rhythm of growth, bloom, decay, revive... and not glory in the Artist?

Who can listen to the musician bringing emotion to our moments, healing to our hearts, soothing to our soul, and not hear the heart of the Artist to comfort and encourage?

Can you see Him? Can you hear Him? 
He is Love. 
The Artist

What is YOUR ART?
You are an artist created by the Artist to show His art to the world!

The Lord directs the steps of the godly.
    He delights in every detail of their lives. Psalm 37:23 NLT

Praise the Lord, O my soul!
Glory in His Holy Name!!!