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8.23.2010
Pix-O-Sphere: Pink Dianthus
Pix-O-Sphere is hosting a fun and interesting Sphere of Color, where every week, there's a color of picture to share at the site. This week's is PINK. With all the lovely flowers around, this was pretty easy to accommodate.
If you're unfamiliar with Pix-O-Sphere, it's a Family Friendly Photo Community for hosting, sharing, and selling photos. I highly recommend it! There are some terrific photos and you don't have to worry about the kids walking in while you're searching!
If you're unfamiliar with Pix-O-Sphere, it's a Family Friendly Photo Community for hosting, sharing, and selling photos. I highly recommend it! There are some terrific photos and you don't have to worry about the kids walking in while you're searching!
8.21.2010
Velcro
While driving home today, sans children, I was pondering the whole issue of abiding in Christ - really staying close with God. And then I got a picture of Velcro.
It occurred to me that being close to the Lord is like two pieces of Velcro. Of course, I'm the scratchier one. If I'm walking tight with Him, we stick together. Wherever He leads, I'm there. When we're apart, I may find myself sticking to other things in this world, but none will be like Him. Either the bond isn't as tight, or it's so tight that I'm trapped and strangled, unable to let go.
I also pick up fuzz and dirt and crud when I'm not connected to Him. The accoutrement presents obstacles to abiding. In fact, if I try to get close to Him, I can't abide - or stick - as tightly any more because of so much of the world's debris on me. Have you ever tried to put two pieces of Velcro together when one had a bunch of fuzzy stuff on it? It just doesn't work so well.
Who knew? Walking with Jesus is kind of like being a piece of Velcro.
Cool.
It occurred to me that being close to the Lord is like two pieces of Velcro. Of course, I'm the scratchier one. If I'm walking tight with Him, we stick together. Wherever He leads, I'm there. When we're apart, I may find myself sticking to other things in this world, but none will be like Him. Either the bond isn't as tight, or it's so tight that I'm trapped and strangled, unable to let go.
I also pick up fuzz and dirt and crud when I'm not connected to Him. The accoutrement presents obstacles to abiding. In fact, if I try to get close to Him, I can't abide - or stick - as tightly any more because of so much of the world's debris on me. Have you ever tried to put two pieces of Velcro together when one had a bunch of fuzzy stuff on it? It just doesn't work so well.
Who knew? Walking with Jesus is kind of like being a piece of Velcro.
Cool.
8.20.2010
Prayer Door
Recently, there were so many prayer needs within my circle of friends that I was having a terrible time trying to remember them all. Yes, I could certainly make a list on a piece of paper or in my journal, but I wouldn't always see it.
Then I remembered that I had these white board stick-on pages I'd picked up last year. They're about 11x17, so that would accommodate the people I wanted to remember to pray for. I stuck one up on the door to my studio since I'm in and out of there throughout the day. Naturally, I started out with a tidy list with plenty of white space for writing the answers to those prayers. It didn't take long to discover that I was going to run out of space rather quickly. I guess I could stick another one of those sheets on the door. Although these sheets don't always stay up so well (notice the top left corner starting to peel back). And being of the dry erase variety meant that people could inadvertently erase portions. Hmmmm....
Too bad I couldn't turn my entire door into a big dry erase board. But I'd still have the problem of inadvertent erasure.
Paint it with chalkboard paint? Same issue.
So why not write on the door? With Sharpies (or the Bic version)? It's my door, right? I can always paint over it when it's all full. I don't have to worry about accidental erasure. I have WAY more colors of Sharpies/Bics than dry erase markers. It's also big enough to include scripture at the top. A long scripture, even.
Using the magic of Photoshop brushes, I blurred out information that I didn't think needed to be public. You know, names are blurred to protect the innocent, or something like that. Hopefully what's left is generic enough. If you know it's about you, know that you're being prayed for.
So what creative ways, or not so creative ways, have you found to help you remember those for whom you want to pray?
Then I remembered that I had these white board stick-on pages I'd picked up last year. They're about 11x17, so that would accommodate the people I wanted to remember to pray for. I stuck one up on the door to my studio since I'm in and out of there throughout the day. Naturally, I started out with a tidy list with plenty of white space for writing the answers to those prayers. It didn't take long to discover that I was going to run out of space rather quickly. I guess I could stick another one of those sheets on the door. Although these sheets don't always stay up so well (notice the top left corner starting to peel back). And being of the dry erase variety meant that people could inadvertently erase portions. Hmmmm....
Too bad I couldn't turn my entire door into a big dry erase board. But I'd still have the problem of inadvertent erasure.
Paint it with chalkboard paint? Same issue.
So why not write on the door? With Sharpies (or the Bic version)? It's my door, right? I can always paint over it when it's all full. I don't have to worry about accidental erasure. I have WAY more colors of Sharpies/Bics than dry erase markers. It's also big enough to include scripture at the top. A long scripture, even.
Using the magic of Photoshop brushes, I blurred out information that I didn't think needed to be public. You know, names are blurred to protect the innocent, or something like that. Hopefully what's left is generic enough. If you know it's about you, know that you're being prayed for.
So what creative ways, or not so creative ways, have you found to help you remember those for whom you want to pray?
8.18.2010
Life's Soundtracks
I believe that it's fairly common to have a song stuck in your head. It certainly is for me.
Over the past few years, I've discovered that I have a major song trigger. You may find this quite surprising, this trigger.
You ready for this?
WORDS
Yeah, go figure. Words. Any words. Words on paper. Words spoken by someone. Words in a book title. Words in an email. I have days when I've already gone through a dozen songs and have only been awake for half an hour.
My brain has enough things going through it at any given moment. Having those thoughts overlaid with multi-layer soundtracks can be overwhelming and maddening. On a happy note, it doesn't happen to me all the time. If it did, I'd have to be fitted for a pretty white jacket.
Please tell me I'm not the only one who has this issue.
Please.
Pretty please.
Oh yeah, and while we're on this topic, I woke up yesterday with a song in my head. A song that doesn't exist. It was a song from my bizarro dream. No, not a complete song. Not one that I can write, set to music, sell, and become an international superstar from. And yes, I know I ended my sentence in a preposition. Bad homeschool grammar nazi mom! Yes, I also realize that I started the previous sentence with a conjunction. Stop editing me, already.
It was a dorky little kid song. I'm not saying little kid songs are all dorky. Just the one that came out of my dream and into reality. Sadly, I only knew one line - either the starting line or part of the chorus. I couldn't really tell. It had a tune, as well. But I've since lost it.
My husband's response?
"Only you, honey"
Really? Is it only me?
How do music and songs affect the rest of the population?
Over the past few years, I've discovered that I have a major song trigger. You may find this quite surprising, this trigger.
You ready for this?
WORDS
Yeah, go figure. Words. Any words. Words on paper. Words spoken by someone. Words in a book title. Words in an email. I have days when I've already gone through a dozen songs and have only been awake for half an hour.
My brain has enough things going through it at any given moment. Having those thoughts overlaid with multi-layer soundtracks can be overwhelming and maddening. On a happy note, it doesn't happen to me all the time. If it did, I'd have to be fitted for a pretty white jacket.
Please tell me I'm not the only one who has this issue.
Please.
Pretty please.
Oh yeah, and while we're on this topic, I woke up yesterday with a song in my head. A song that doesn't exist. It was a song from my bizarro dream. No, not a complete song. Not one that I can write, set to music, sell, and become an international superstar from. And yes, I know I ended my sentence in a preposition. Bad homeschool grammar nazi mom! Yes, I also realize that I started the previous sentence with a conjunction. Stop editing me, already.
It was a dorky little kid song. I'm not saying little kid songs are all dorky. Just the one that came out of my dream and into reality. Sadly, I only knew one line - either the starting line or part of the chorus. I couldn't really tell. It had a tune, as well. But I've since lost it.
My husband's response?
"Only you, honey"
Really? Is it only me?
How do music and songs affect the rest of the population?
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