You Can Do This

I’ve spent the better half of this morning cleaning up the school room, reminding myself, “you can do this”, as I have grown weary of the unending task at hand. This is where we set up our Christmas tree each year, but when we do that, the room loses a bit of it’s function. Christmas decor still litters the dining room table, and there are ornament boxes waiting to be hauled back down to the basement. The Nativity still...

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See

See

The old hand-me-down table works overtime this winter, hosting a “painting party” about every 30 minutes. The youngest resident artist is 4 and watercolors are her medium de jour. I’ve watched her transition from her Pollock phase to something more like a burgeoning Picasso or Durer. I love her art. When she paints, I see what she sees. I see her enjoyment of color, the way she dots the nearly-dry watercolors all across the...

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Uncovering Your Art

Uncovering Your Art

Uncovering your art is about uncovering what is really there within you, coming face to face with your profound capacity for beauty as well as sin, your deepest dreams and your longing for God. ~Emily Freeman  Will you bravely ask God to reveal what is inside?  ...

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Step Into The Closet: Refine {the retreat}

Step Into The Closet: Refine {the retreat}

With September half over, the rush of the coming seasons breaths heavy down my neck. The days slip past, water between my fingers. I cannot hold them– I’m hungry for retreat, for extended time in my closet, on the floor, in the quiet. I think there are some of you who want this too. Actually, I know there are.  We carry a lot of baggage, you and I. The weight of it overwhelms. I’ve been creating a place–building an...

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The Thing About Inner Rings

The Thing About Inner Rings

Until you conquer the fear of being an outsider, an outsider you will remain. C.S. Lewis, The Weight Of Glory  I transferred to my new high school a month after the school year had started. Uprooted, (literally) two months prior by hurricane Andrew, I’d spent the very beginning of the school year attending a temporary school, while we waited for military moving orders. I was the quintessential “new kid”. Coming from a very...

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