I remember when I painted for the fun of it. Swishing and swirling colors to reflect my inner most, sensitive feelings of love and happiness. What do you do when you lose that feeling. When all your dreams fade to grey.
I look at the canvas but I can’t invoke the desire to lift the brushes to start anything. I want to use yellow. I need to smell blue. You probably don’t believe colors have smells and feelings. In my experience it’s true. It is all apart of my emotional state of well being and I miss it. So I think paint…but I need a little more time to get it all together.
So, what am I doing now you might ask? I’m answering the call of family. I have picked up the old crochet hook and started teaching myself to crochet flowers. Flowers for a bridal bouquet in hopes I will get good results. I hadn’t crocheted in years and you would never guess how much fun I am having with learning the stitches. The colors of the yarns are vibrant enough to bring joy to my evenings as I try a new flower. It hasn’t made me want to paint yet but it did encourage me to blog about it. Another thing I haven’t done in a while. I’m feeling like I am on my way back to being alive and in living color.
When I close my eyes tonight I think I will dream colors. At least I believe the colors will come to me with memories of love and happiness. Another time and space leading me back to painting. It won’t happen overnight but I’m excited just the same.
Thank you for perusing and I pray sweet sleep tonight for you.
So many times in my life I have heard this statement. However often it always meant something different but it always was useful advice and true.
As a child it meant just to wash your hands with no explanation except you were told too.
As a teen it was a beauty ritual to carry on throughout the years. Momma would say men don’t like a girl with dirty unkept fingernails. And for my brother it was girls don’t like a man with dirty nails. Working was fine but if he cleaned his hands to spend time with you he would do his best for you in all situations.
As a woman and mother it meant health and safety for you and your family. It was imperative that you help not to spread germs and disease throughout your entire house. You had a super power and it was the best resort in all situations. Wash your hands before cooking, before and after cleaning, or when cleansing dirty butts and noses and everything in between what you did throughout the day. Wash your hands, wash your hands. Wash your hands!
In employment it meant to stay out of trouble, especially if you dealt in money. They would teach,”Keep your hands clean” which means don’t do nothing that could get you fired or worse, send you to jail.
In this time it means all of the above with an ultimate twist. Washing your hands means to show love to your common man. Love your brother like you love yourself. With the pandemic and with flu season right around the corner, hand washing is monumental. There is nothing more important in the realm of prevention that exceeds hand washing.
This message is for everyone but especially the women of this world. Do you know your worth? You are worth far more than being in the wrong relationship. Worth far more than being a side chick. Worth far more than being hidden from the light,
I question do you know because of what I see going on around me. I am not questioning your intentions so I am not going to put out any scenarios. I can only tell you about my own personal experiences and hope it gives you some guidelines to starting a relationship.
1. You are worth the love you desire. Don’t settle for anything less than what you want. God knows the desires of your heart and will send the right person at the right time. You do not have to run him down.
2. Wait for the godly man that will respect you in all manners. He will be willing to meet your family and friends. He will be with you in public. He will not keep you a secret. He will want the world to know God blessed him with a treasure.
3. He will be considerate of your every need. He may not be able to accommodate all of them but he will sit and listen and help you come to s solution.
These are three things I know to be true in going into a relationship but there is more you need to know.
1. Trust God he set the standard for relationships. Thou shall not covet. Ladies there are men that are troubled with their own sinful nature. You should know you are above entering into the middle of all that. Pray over the situation if God be for you who could be against you. If he doesn’t clear the situation he was not to be yours. God is not the author of chaos, he works for the good of those you love the Lord and according to his purpose. What God has for you is for you.
2. Wait on the Lord anyway. He will open doors no man can shut and put aside what you think should be the plan. He has a better plan.
3. Pray, pray and pray that he will lead you and guide you to the right person.
These are the guidelines I want my girls to know. When the right man comes along you will know it in your spirit. Regardless of his looks, prestige, fame or whatever you think you see in him. God sees all of him every hidden nature. You just need to be still and know God will never leave your side. Be still and listen to the Spirit he will tell you if he is the one.
Thank you for perusing and have a wonderful morning.
The past few days I have been visiting Ann Arbor, Michigan at GlampStitchalot 2017. Oh, is it cold here! This event was hosted by Pink Castles Fabrics. What a wonderful time I had learning new things and meeting new people. This weekend I spent time with about 150 quilters who shared their experiences along with four of the nicest instructors. I learned so much about people in the last four days but mostly I learned a lot about myself. I learnt that I don’t have to know everything, keep up with anything and if I let my guard down, there are people willing to let me lean on them. I could allow myself to be the weak one, the person in need. Wonderers, Pride is a dangerous thing because it isolates you into believing you are alone and you can not trust anyone or anything. You can only rely on your thought and perception on how things appear. You know I have been fighting the sewing machine for some time but I surrendered to it this weekend and along with an army of strong talented women that inspired me, encouraged me and showed faith in me, I succeeded. Titus 2 Women, both old and young supporting each other, looking for the good in every situation. Every conversation was noble, respectful and laced with kindness. The weekend was refreshing and welcoming and I am so grateful to have been apart of it. Now Wonderers I know you want to see what I did?
Fun and games.
I look forward to keeping in touch with the blue team over the upcoming years. Wonderers if you get the chance to step outside of your comfort zones, do it. There is nothing holding you back but you. Life is waiting. Joy is waiting. God is waiting for you to seek an abundant life.
Until next time…..thanks for perusing and have a good night.😘
Today I added a background using paint and Saran Wrap. I started with the wheat field by adding the plastic strips with gesso. I then painted them. I’m going to sit on it a few days and wait and see what develops both in my mind and in the painting. Jesus is working on me while I work it out. I have no words for it yet. Just a feeling. I was told to keep painting and I want to be obedient.
Yesterday I gave you a peek at the first painting I am working on in the 3D acrylic painting class. So you know what I am trying to capture here are a few pictures of the scene. This is the Shiloh Road and this is the sun that shines down on me from this point to the children’s school. Isn’t it beautiful. It leaves me at the school
I’m trying to translate it from where it picks me up and so far this is what I got.
It came to me about 3:00 a.m. To use strips of plastic that were made ironing flat groceries bags that were used for a Earth Day project with the York County Musuem. A few friends from The Catawba River Art Guild and I ironed bags for days to assist children in making recycled artwork. Everyone had a blast! I love to recycle things. I think that is why I’m so excited about this class. I haven’t attached anything it to yet, I’m still working on the placement.
What do you think Wonderers? Any suggestions? Do you see God?
Everything about art is exceptional to me and nothing about me is exceptional to art.
This reminds me of my father saying he was a Jack of all trades but a master of none. However in reality everything he did was exceptional. He was a good painter, electrician and contractor and people hired him to do all kinds of projects. It was not his job, it was his passion. He was humble about his abilities and would read up on the skills and just do it. I was in awe of his commitment to his exceptional gift of remodeling people’s homes and lives.
Today my daughter told me with each new medium I learn it only enhances my artistic abilities. She said she can’t wait to see what I come up with next and what I heard in my mind was….I’m a Jack of all trades and a master of none.
I pray I am showing those following me what my Dad gave me. Be humble and be willing to improve yourself and the lives of others through the means of your God given talents.
Yesterday I landed myself into the hospital. Why? What happened you might ask? Fear. The same fear I said I was not feeling!
Well I thought I was not operating in fear. So let’s break it down.
Fear is defined in Dictionary.com as a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid.
For the past few days my oldest daughter had observed that my face was swollen on one side. I saw it but I was not overly concerned about it. Yesterday she asked why was I speaking out of one side of my mouth. Okay! I’m a little concerned now but I move on with my day. “Promise me you’ll call your doctor Mom.” The last words she said to me.
I went on to get some chores completed and true I wasn’t feeling good but nothing really not out of the normal for me except now, I’m feeling impending doom. (Really it could have just been the feeling of impending housework. I like a clean house but I don’t care to do the cleaning). Anyway, the feeling is overwhelming and I start to cry. I pray about it and I then decide to go to urgent care just to get checked out and keep my promise. One ambulance ride and several test later, I get invited to a sleepover at the local hospital.
This morning the mediation is about casting your cares on Jesus. Yesterday I missed the mediation and it was on the topic of fear. This situation comes to mind as being a test. Not that God is testing me but he is convicting me. He did bring it to my attention that regardless of the pending test results he is paying close attention and I have nothing to be afraid of. He is the author of my life and Yesterday I was operating in fear. Fear for my children not for myself. Did I take care of everything. Will they be okay? I even mentioned it in my prayer. I was prepared for his will but what about my children. It was one of them that set this fear in my mind. Maybe the past experience of losing a parent who did not seek medical help influenced her. I had to ask myself am I afraid to be the parent and take the lead and make the decisions for myself and my family? I wasn’t being told by my own intuition that I needed medical attention. I’m not so sure. I do know now fear played a big part of me sitting on this hospital bed.
Fear can come in so many forms. I am not in fear for my future, of being alone or taking care of all the responsibilities left to me to discern. As confident as I am in God’s plans for my life I realize that there are still things I have not surrendered to Him.
If I have anything to fear it will be the hospital bill that’s following this venture. Nope Wonderers, it is already covered. Thank you Jesus!
Thank you for perusing and have a wonderful joyous day.
It’s Monday and you know what time it is. Today though, my madness is a little bit different.
Last Friday evening my daughter called waking me out of sleep to tell me to gas up my car because a hurricane was on its way to Texas. I got up and did just that. (Thanks baby for looking out for your mama!) Saturday morning when I awoke my mind was telling me to gas up my husband’s car also. We did not know how bad it was going to get and I might need both cars filled with gas.
I try to ride his car around once a week to keep it running in good condition until someone else takes over the car . So I take it out and ride around the subdivision. I look at the gas gauge and I can’t determine whether it needs gas or not. We’ve had this car since 2007 and today I do not understand how to read the gauge. I mean there is a white line up to the “F” but there is a red dot at the “E”. My mind is questioning is it full or is it empty. So I park the car and pull out the owner’s manual looking for clarification. That didn’t help, it only confused me more. At this point I’m thinking I had put gas in it the week prior but I can’t remember to be sure. (Senior moment.) So I just decide I’m gonna drive to the gas station anyway. Either way no harm in taking the drive. That’s when the miracle happened.
I start the car and only two bars show up at the top of the gauge at “F”. The lower bars had disappeared. As if the car was saying, “Denise the car is full dummy.” I had never seen it do this before. I was questioning whether it was a magnetic glitch in the gauge or maybe the light was blown. I just keep looking at it and thinking the two bars were glowing brighter than usual but I still felt I needed to go to the gas station. So off I went. At the pump it took $1.99 and it was full.
I got back into the car and on the way home I just started crying. I mean bawling. I had been praying for discernment and to trust my intuition. And right in front of me, here it is. Evidence that God is listening to my prayers and I was questioning it. I cried until I started laughing. All this time and through all the things he brought me through I was still questioning what was real. It gave me a total new perspective on my past, life with my family, my husband’s love and his passing and for my future. It made me realize going forward I don’t have to question God anymore. He is working for my good and he loves me. My faith has been renewed. If he can darken the control panel in a car, he can do anything!
Now you may think I’m losing it. Some may say it was just a malfunction in the panel or maybe my husband. It’s not the first time something strange happened in his car. (That’s another story for another day.) What I know is:
God has dominion over every thing and he will use whatever he needs to get our attention and if we call out to him he will answer. Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus or Lord. Roman 8:39
Wonderers, have a great day. Use your magnetic personalities and draw God’s love into your lives. Thank you for perusing and remember….