Woo, Chil'!

Preach it, sista!

Posting Truth on My Heart

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."
— Maya Angelou

How true this statement is. And it punched me this time as hard as it did the last time I saw it. I instantly started replaying recent encounters with people in my head, looking at them with new eyes... and cringing at how self absorbed I am sometimes.
Without realizing it we can build someone up or hurt them in a millisecond... with a word, a gesture, a look...
This is a reminder I'd like to keep before me at all times, throughout each day. For those of you I have the privilege of rubbing up against regularly, it's okay to remind me!

God is My More-Than-Enough

John Piper discusses the heresy involved in the health and wealth or prosperity gospel... which is no gospel at all (Gal 1)

A rolling Mom.... gets grass in her mouth.

A couple weeks ago the kids and I spent the afternoon at Mt. Trashmore enjoying the incredible spring weather....

Creation Groans

It took 17 hours to deliver my first son. Not bad for a first delivery.

But it didn't have to last that long.

I was a wimp. Every time it hurt I'd stop. So it dragged on until I finally had no choice but to suck it up and get it over with. Then I wondered what my problem had been. I had a C-section with my second son, but when my daughter came along I knew what to do. I knew it was gonna hurt like hell, but I was gonna push through it and get it over with.

She was born in 3 hours.

Last week I was working on some storyboards, which is no big deal... unless your hands have forgotten how to interpret what's in your head. And that's exactly what was happening to me. I couldn't draw a stick man.

The process of trying and failing and praying and begging and trying and failing was taking its toll. There were wads of paper all over the floor. I wasn't sure what I was battling, but I was losing. Miserably.

I called Eric for a pep talk and all he said was "I know you can do this, honey."

I cried harder.

It sounds ridiculous now that the storyboards are on their way to completion - I actually laughed about it - but I still wondered why it had to be so painful and tormenting?

Then someone wise reminded me that creating is a birthing process. Pulling something new out of ourselves hurts!!! But WOW the excitement when we look at what we've accomplished. The overwhelming awe and sense of pride... "I did that!"

And God stands there beaming, "I knew you could."

I'm glad He made me stubborn.

I love when I muscle my way through something that stretches every limit I thought I had, only to discover there is more to me than I knew.

Now, if I can just remember the next time this happens... and embrace the pains knowing the result will be worth it.

10 Things About Me

1. I love balloons, ladybugs and sparklers.

2. I have a list of 100 things to do before I die.

3. I love words and use them in all my art.

4. My spices and movies are in alphabetical order. My books are not.

5. On my 35th birthday my son caught me singing into my hairbrush. :o)

6. I learned how to waterski when I was 10. I can slalom (one ski), too.

7. If I believed in past lives (which I don't), I would have been a lizard.

8. I will search out a sunbeam to sit in. I love being outside.

9. I love to climb trees... find a good one and I'm there.

10. I've been playing the flute for 30 years. I wanted to play the cello.

Time Flies...

Life's been busy.

So I haven't written much... not that I don't have a lot to say.

I don't look like that picture anymore, either.

There's a new and improved model in her place. :o)