Luke says I should never blog about how I haven’t been blogging lately, but I feel some explanation is in order. One of the things that has been keeping me busy is now done (phew!), and I am excited to be able to talk about it.
About six weeks ago, there was a getogether for ladies from my church. One woman, Jackie, shared her testimony that evening, and mentioned how she had been praying lately that the Lord would show her some more of what her purpose should be now that her children were grown. She talked about how one of the ways God answered the prayer was to prompt her to try out for the cast of a Christian film, soon to be filmed in the area. She had been involved in theater when she was younger, and really enjoyed it. The tryout was a fun experience for her to use her talent to glorify God.
Fast forward to last month, when I am lugging a heavy basket ‘o’ books past the children’s desk at our local library, and see a flyer that says, “Publish A Picture Book Contest” across the top. For whatever reason, Jackie popped into my head, and I popped the page into my basket. See, I have always liked to draw/ paint/ create, but any thoughts of doing any of it on a regular basis have been put on the back burner (ask me why). But this contest seemed doable. I even thought up a good storyline almost immediately. Planning it out in the shower and making sketches during naptime, my excitement grew by the day. My plan was for watercolor pictures, and I started the easier ones first, still lifes of the objects involved in the story. I let it get down to a week to deadline before I even began work on the more important element- my little boy. People have never been my strong suit, and this among other things made me so nervous tackling them in this project. I had to remind myself: “I love to do this. I get to paint my boy in beautiful colors and imagery. If nothing else, I have an enduring depiction of his classic toddler behaviors and his favorite things. I must not stress too much over it.”
Which brings me to the real point of this post. Jackie from church’s love for acting, my love for art in all its forms, and whatever gift you have been given- each of these things God expects us to use and share to His glory. I can make excuses about lack of time, energy, blah blah blah, but the reality is that I can do at least something with the talent I have been blessed with. It would be a shame not to.
I just found out Luke has some pictures from the book- check them out here.
Watch the national bestseller list for my next book- I’m writing the story now.
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the earth hear His voice!
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the people rejoice!
O come to the Father, through Jesus the Son,
And give Him the glory, great things He has done.
~”To God Be The Glory” by Fanny Crosby
It comes every year.
The first sunny, warm days of the spring season, when it is all you can do not to get out and enjoy it. When it is all you can do to remember sunscreen.
Nah, I’m not really too badly burnt. I wore sunscreen on my face today and yesterday, and the shoulders and the rest really did need a little color. My run to the river and back is just the right amount of time on the pavement to get red, but not too red. But then our time in the garden beds kinda overcooked things. I can’t wait to count the number of red noses and rosy shoulders in the church service tomorrow.
We tucked potatoes, peas, beets, carrots, spinach, and leaf lettuce in their beds today. Boy, do I feel empowered! Now is the part requiring discipline (watering) and patience (“No, don’t dig it up to see how it’s doing!”) I’m so happy to be at this point, where the garden can take seeds and the sun and rain can do their job. Planting things indoors went okay, but we’re still uncertain about the future of our tomato and pepper plants. Too soon to transplant, though we may try to do so and cover them at night with plastic. This is a test. This is only a test. Or so I keep telling myself to prevent becoming emotionally involved. But you should see me when I have put the tomatoes and peppers out for some real light- I’m checking on my babies more times than an NICU nurse! Then, today I go into town and forget all about their little green bodies blistering in the sun (“Oh, dear ones, let’s get you some shade and a cool drink!”). Here’s hoping they rally.
…Only a week late celebrating this, right?! That hymn has been in my head; thought I would share it. I especially like verse three.
I serve a risen Savior,
He’s in the world today;
I know that He is living,
Whatever men may say;
I see His hand of mercy,
I hear His voice of cheer,
And just the time I need Him
He’s always near.
In all the world around me
I see His loving care,
And tho my heart grows weary
I never will despair;
I know that He is leading
Thro’ all the stormy blast,
The day of His appearing
Will come at last.
Rejoice, rejoice, O Christian,
Lift up your voice and sing
To Jesus Christ the King!
The hope of all who seek Him,
The help of all who find,
None other is so loving,
So good and kind.
He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives
He walks with me and He talks with me
Along life’s narrow way.
He lives, He live, salvation to impart!
You ask me how I know He lives:
He lives within my heart.
~Alfred H. Ackley
No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee. ~John Donne
For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, so that through endurance and the encouragement of the Scriptures we might have hope.
May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you a spirit of unity among yourselves as you follow Christ Jesus, so that with one heart and mouth you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. Romans 15:4-6
“Boy Scouts? I need to go to that club. I love tying knots and stuff.” ~the soon to be six year old
“Mommy, you know what makes me fast? French Toast for breakfast.” ~the four year old
“No.” ~the one year old