CHANGING MEDIUM

 I have started flirting with a pencil again.  I didn’t think that the pencil would be calling me so soon.  The pencil is a medium that I find personal, stressful, and exhausting.  Staring into the fine lines of a face, then transfering what I see on to paper with a pencil is an out of body experience that can last up to 5 hours.   When I am done with that final stroke or smudge and sign my name,  I am in AWE and thank God for my drawing abilities.  I also need a day of rest to wipe my mind clear.

I have been playing in finger paints for a short time now and have been having a blast doing it.  Anyone can become an artist with this medium and have fun.  It is relaxing and therapeutic.  What comes out on the paper can be thrilling to see.  I am one of a hand full of artists that use finger paints as a professional medium.   Finger painting has been around for centuries.

Changing my medium affects the out come of the piece of art work in many different ways.  Changing the medium also seems to move along with changes in my life.

Since I know God as an artist, I wonder what other types of mediums he uses to move people?

Hey Mr. Sandman, Thanks for the Vacation!!

I had a friend tell me today that she has been having blog with drawls.  So, let’s see,  I think I am some where near the bottom of my depression.  It always arrives soon after crashing down from a manic trip laced with high OCD.  I have been enjoying this past week because I really don’t care about much that doesn’t matter and I have been getting plenty of sleep.  I can sleep A LOT and I am loving it.  Any other time, sleeping is extremely difficult for me.  I have been napping when the baby naps.  I even slept right through church this Sunday.  Don’t freak out, I am still saved and we don’t get paid till next week anyway.  (No, you may not use that as sermon material)  I ate chocolate fudge cake for breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner, snack and breakfast again.  I dropped my son off at school and crawled back to bed for half the day.  My house is a little out of order, though if you dropped by you probably wouldn’t think so.  I guess if you want to know where I am, I would say ”I am at a place where I can watch dog crap turn white”, and laugh.  I’d like to give a shout out to all of my friends that have prayed, called, e-mailed and tried to get me to eat too much chocolate, you guys are awesome.  I will see you soon.  God has big plans for me and you.

I LAUGHED AND SAID “HALLELUJAH! He he he he he HAWWWW”

Last night I received an e-mail from my Aunt Barb.  When I saw it I was like “NO WAY!”  We sent her a computer about a month ago.  She hasn’t been on a computer in like forever, and it took me a long time to convince her she could operate one.  I once saw what must have been a 96 year old woman driving down the road stomping the gas and hitting the brake at the same time.  Her poor neck was taking a beating.   I bet this is what my Aunt B. looks like cruising the internet right now.  She had a brain tumor removed from her head a little over a year ago and has been adjusting to her new life.  She is pretty much home bound at the moment and I am sure she will enjoy some on line fellow ship.  I cracked up when I saw her e-mail in my in-box.  It was like a tiny light went off, and beeeeep.  YOU GO AUNT BARB!   

TO LOVE AS JESUS LOVES IS TO DIE

The subject of love certainly has been on my mind quite a bit.  What is it?  What does it look like?  How does it feel?  Well here is something from the ultimate lover, Jesus.

John 13:34  “A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another even as I have loved you, that you also love one another”

Jesus love was at great cost to us.  He died for us.  That’s how much he loved us.  That is how we are to love on another.  It may cost us and we may have to die in the flesh to achieve what Jesus wants us to do.   So I have some major dying of self to do in order to love like Jesus.  Who do you need to die for to love?  How can I die for you?  I have a lot of people to die for.  Thank you Lord for bringing upon these stresses in my life in order to change me.

MY FIRST DAY ON EARTH?

It sure seemed like it!  I enrolled my 9 month old son at a child development center for one day a week and dropped him off there for the first time today.  I have not been without my baby for maybe 2 hours since he was about 2 months old.  Today, I had the entire day to myself!

I honestly didn’t know how to handle it or what to do.  I stopped at church and spoke to a friend for about 30 min.  Then I got in my SUV and drove to town.  I was driving around aimlessly and found myself at Chick-Fil-a for lunch.  From there I saw the bulls eye on the Target building and headed for it.  I grabed a cart inside and gripped the handle and started looking around.  I bet I looked as if I had been sprung from a 30 year sentence.  I am as pale as that rat.  If I needed anything I couldn’t think of what it may be.  I don’t even know what I want.  I see green towels and head straight for them.  I found myself loading the cart with green towels, five of each size.  OK, so I just bought 130$ worth of green towels?  Yep.  Then I go to the shoe store.  The clerk asked “Can I help you?”  I wanted to ask “Can you?” but I just said ” This is my first day out by myself in months.”  I bought one pair of shoes.  That’s good, just ask my husband. 

Since I feel like I just got dropped off by the space ship, I decided it would be best if I just go home and maybe make a list for next Tuesday when my son goes back to day care.  I need a shopping list, especially since I forgot how to shop.  I didn’t even remember my pin number on my debit card!  My husband has been doing all of our shopping for months now.  When I got home I just laid on the couch for hours until it was time to pick my boy up.  It seemed like the longest day of my life!

HE’S JUST NOT BUYING IT ANYMORE

 Whenever I stick a food in my baby’s mouth that he doesn’t like he gives me this “Why did you do that?” frown.  Sometimes I smile at him right after I stick the spoon of undesirable food in his mouth.  He smiles back.  I figured if I could get him to smile with something he doesn’t like in his mouth it may make it taste better.  It use to work for at least a couple more spoon fulls.  He’s just not buying that trick any more.  I am going to have to have to learn how to swallow swords or twirl batons on fire to get him to eat, especially if he is as finicky of an eater like his daddy.

I AM FINALY SMILING AGAIN!

WOW, THERE IS A HALO GLOWING AROUND ME!  WHAT A GREAT DAY!  YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I JUST NEEDED TO SMILE AGAIN.