Saturday, January 16, 2016
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Well...I guess I sometimes do. "God, it's Christmas and this isn't supposed to be happening! Why Lord would this precious family lose their loved one right before Christmas? Where are you God? Are you paying attention?"
Wait...God isn't like the manager of a restaurant that is in the kitchen unaware that his customers are uncomfortable.
He is the God of the universe. He is The King of Kings, Lord of Lords AND he is Jesus, lover of our souls!
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change. James 1:17
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Friday, May 22, 2015
Monday was a hard day. We had to let our 15 year old lab go. I came home feeling devastated, unsure, nervous and confused. Nothing I did made me feel better. I mean, I wasn't going to go to the grocery and buy dinner when I had just had my dog put down. I couldn't just carry on with normalcy like cleaning the house, calling a friend, or even working on my commission. I sat in the studio and prayed for peace and comfort and just something to file my emotions into. I found myself staring at the paint that I had squirted out for my commissioned painting. I walked over to another painting that was leaning against the wall. I hadn't been satisfied with where that painting was going so I grabbed a brush and started painting patterns and shapes and blocks of color all over it. It felt so good! I immersed myself into the pigments and strokes, not really caring if anyone would like it or want to buy it or not. I'm not even sure if it is finished, but it makes me feel so happy. This is a mixed up world. Nothing makes total sense to me BUT HIM. He has the full design. He is the artist. No matter what kind if control I think I have.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
A young man rang my doorbell yesterday around noon. Rebel was going INSANE and I answered the door (because it is so RUDE to not answer the door. It might seem like I was profiling him to not answer, even if I think that the he could push me back inside my home and attack or kill me.) Anyway, he started his speech about how this is a sales contest bla bla bla... I interrupted him and apologetically told him not to waste his time on lil' ole me, because I am broke at the moment and....he interrupts me to say that if I don't buy something from him than other people from the contest are just gonna keep on ringing my doorbell. I nicely told him that he could come back next month... By then he had turned his back and he said, "NO..I WON'T...because THIS is a FIRST IMPRESSIONS contest!"
Besides the fact that I became upset bc he was "mad at me," I then was upset because he made me feel bad because he might be mad at me. Then I was MAD because he had the audacity to come onto MY porch, ring MY doorbell and be so RUDE. Then I couldn't believe how dumb it is for me to worry about being rude or hurting someone's feelings by not opening the door or by not buying what they are selling! What in the crank nuggets is WRONG with me? He could have attacked me SO EASILY. Nobody would have known bc nobody saw him at my door. REBEL was the only appropriate member of the scenario because he never stopped barking. Just because the dude has a laminated index card with customer names on it DOES NOT make him legit. Wake up, Liz!
Ps. Dude needs to get someone to explain to him what an actual "first impression" is.
PPS. It is very hard to find the line between loving others and being downright stupid.
Thursday, December 25, 2014
The last few days have been dreary and depressing. Rain has seemed to flow like tears from a grieving sky. I haven't been able to help but think of sad circumstances affecting people that I know right now. Last night, the fire orange sunset seemed to give hope to the dreariness. This morning, God showed His sweetness with the clear sky and then the sunlight. I went on a walk after gifts had been opened and and It seemed to rejuvinate my soul! A fresh air inhale gave way to hope and an exhale of stress seemed to fall back behind me as I walked. I realized that this was the first time in a month that I have been stress free. It is sad that I have done this to Christmas once again. I have let stress and clutter dictate my demeanor and outlook. Why? To keep things "even" on Christmas morning for the kids? To get it all done? To hurry up and finish Christmas so I can enjoy Christmas? LORD, help my unbelief! I STILL don't get it. It seems like I never will grasp this "grace" thing. How can I ever accept this free gift of grace if I don't even show myself enough grace to be ok with needing it?
Next year my plan will be to not let "Christmas" get in the way of Christmas. Maybe by then I can figure out how to be perfect. Or I can realize my imperfection from the beginning, show myself grace, and pray for the One True God to GRACIOUSLY show me the way.
Merry Christmas to you!
(And to me also)
God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.
2 Cor. 5:21