trying out the techniques i am studying in flora bowley's book brave intuitive painting. she looks like a warrior princess to me. words to be added and we shall see how she progresses. i am playing and making wonderful messes this memorial day weekend.
Mary wept. Seeking a corpse, she mistook Jesus for a
common person. Many of us mistake Jesus as someone common, not the
life-changing Son of God that He actually is. We all have things that we cry
over, struggle with or feel stressed about. We may reach a deadlock, a
dead-end, and feel as if there is no possible way out. Only when we reach the
end of our fleshly strength will we be ready to listen to His voice. When you
realize that you need God, need to know His resurrection power, be quiet, for
you are likely to hear Him calling you. You can search for Him with all your
might, but He can never be found in the strength of your flesh. He has changed!
He has risen. He is known only in the Spirit now, and your flesh wars with the
Christ “after the flesh” was crucified. Knowing Him in
that way results in a corpse vainly searching for another corpse. Mary
searched in her flesh and knew not the Resurrected Christ. When her tears were
drained, and she was at the end of herself, she was ready to hear His voice.
Are you still relying on your own strength and abilities? Are you seeking to
know Jesus after the flesh? Give it up, lay aside who you think He is, humble
yourself before Him, and ask to hear His voice. Only when you give up on the
flesh is the Spirit ready to take over. And the Spirit delights in making Jesus
Christ known to your heart!
It is so hard for me to just be still. I try so hard but even when my body is still my mind is gathering thoughts. Things to do,think,try .... Yet I am still struggling getting started with most of them hmmmm I need a new battery. For sure! Or a day devoted to doing art. That is my intention for this Sunday coming up.... sit still paint draw smear make .
well it has been an eventful two months and a half. My job has changed considerably and we have moved to a new house. It has taken me all of that time to reconstruct,rearrange and refill my life and energy. Now I have a cold! Honestly it has been rough but change is never easy for me. Especially as I have had more trips around the sun. Here are a few new pages from the journal that did get done in the midst of my whirlwind
Christmas Eve is even more special to me than Christmas day. It is when I reflect on all that makes our cozy life so precious. My loving hubby always lights all of the Christmas candles and the music reflects the gift of Christ, we make a call to the grands and watch them open one gift each...
such sweet treasures they are.
Later in the evening we take a short trip over to my best friends home full of laughter, joy and good food. When we get back home the gifts go under the tree and we settle in to reflect on the peace of the night. I end the evening with a reading from scripture and this year I added a new favorite Christmas story "The Journey " by Donna Van Liere. It is a narrative of what
Christ's birth night may have actually been like.
I am Humbled by the facts surrounding the King of Kings birth and
His amazing entrance in to my humanity. I say my humanity because it is messy, crazy far from perfect yet God came down in to it to give me a reason to continue on when the days are hard.
I need to hold Christmas in my heart all year and remember the
warm, grace filled joy of my Saviors love. Merry Christmas to all!
It has been a rough season on our little island and I am trying to get my groove back. We have weathered through Hurricane Matthew s fury. 105 mph winds came our way and caused life to be interrupted. Here are a few photos of my own back yard after they removed the huge fallen trees. Wow. We were so blessed that none of these tall giants fell on our house. The island is in recovery mode but the amount of trees downed by a category 2 is unbelievable. It is thought that the heavy rains during the weeks before the storm softened the ground adding to the amount of wind felled the big pines and oaks. They came down roots and all.