Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Ordinary days

 I have been spying on this little fellow. I see him from one of my studio windows many mornings. Of course I don't know if it's the same fellow each time, or if that's the hang out for all chipmunks in my yard.
 But each time I see one on top of that hoe, I wonder just what is going through that little mind of his. When he's up there, he can survey all the flower tops beneath him. He could be the chipmunk King, just making sure all is well in his domain.
 This tiny creature is caught in a barely discernible web stretched out across a hole in some metal thing in my garden.
 I love how the foxglove spots inside the flower lead the bees right to the pollen.
 I have had only this beautiful pink hollyhock this year. Look how beautiful the stamens and pistils are. I love all the delicate lines on the petals.
 Here is one of my hidden spots in our yard. I cut a hole through the privet hedges so I could get out on our dirt road and get the mail that way. I just love this area. It makes me feel like a little girl again. I want to have tea parties here, and maybe invite all the chipmunks to come and eat poppyseed cake.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

The door

 I was reading my Bible this morning and looking out the window while I tried to grasp what I was reading. At times I feel dull-minded. So I look out-it helps me to look in.
 I saw a  perfect scattering of raindrop diamonds hanging onto the asparagus plants. Of course I wanted to capture what I saw with my camera.
None of the pictures show what I saw. I couldn't get the diamonds to show. It had just rained, and a million rain drops were lit up by the sun.
 I tried dark against light, I tried close-ups...nothing worked.
It reminded me of what brought me outside to begin with-thinking about God, sensing His presence in my room, hearing Him talk to me in my heart through what I was reading.
 I began to see that it is one thing to try to tell someone about God-to even try to show Him in what I do for someone, but really-you must have that One on one experience yourself.
 I was reading Ephesians chapters one and two. It explains there is nothing we can do to earn God's forgiveness, His communion with us. It is what He did through His blood on the cross. That's what the key is. That's where you can say you saw light-you can tell someone what you hold in your heart-this precious treasure that Jesus has given you, but you can't show them enough so that they get it.

 That's a door they must open themselves.
When Jesus knocks on the door of your heart, it doesn't matter how much you think you need to clean up your 'door.'
 He will do that.
 The important thing is to open that door, let Him in your heart. He has made a way for us to be close to God so there is no wall between us anymore.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Sozo, so much CRAP.

This is not the kind of post I like to write, or that I normally write. But sometimes I feel that to have this blog, and be public with it, I must write about things that mean something, and that could change someone's life.
So my topic is Sozo. This is a very bad thing, masquerading itself as Christianity, and invading churches. We have visited a church where it is practiced - not knowing it was in that church- but we had very bad spiritual 'tastes in our mouths' from that one time experience.
Part of the belief system of this cult is dealing with childhood memories. This cult has 'healers' that can deliver you from those bad memories and thus, your relationship with God is better than ever.
What about the blood of Jesus?
But here's what Beth Moore, a very trusted Bible scholar, writer, and leader in women's ministry has to say about this topic of memory retrieval :
"...Satan is having a field day with the whole concept of "memory retrieval." It has almost become faddish. Please be advised that the devil can suggest virtually anything. Just because we suddenly get a picture in our heads does not mean we've experienced it personally." from Praying God's Word, B&H Publishing Group, 2009, page 306.
This junk has infected not only local churches but people that we love. And I am taking a stand here on my blog -little old me- against it in the only way other than praying, that I know to do.
This stuff is not just a cute little cult-it is DANGEROUS.
Hey-but I got a little notice for ya-
God is greater.
SO there,sozo.
DO your own investigating here for a start.

Friday, July 4, 2014

A bug Story

Yesterday I was eye level with this little creature. He was on my window. He had tiny black eyes. I knew we were really seeing each other when it flinched a little as I raised up my arms to open the window. The creature was readying itself for some attack. I didn't want to kill it. If it had been a wasp, hornet, fly, mosquito or tick, yes- I would have relished flattening it.
But this was some kind of moth-creature. So I gave him a ride up the window as I raised it. And of course, I pretty much forgot about that bug, except to think of how my son would have liked that story. He would have pretended to be the bug, and in his genius for making me laugh, we would have made the bug story memorable. But my son is many miles from here.
This morning the air was so much cooler after the rain, so I wanted to open the same window and let the air inside. On the wet windowsill was my bug-on its back, dragging its wings in the water.
Yes, I'm one of those people who will help a bug. As long as it's not on my Wanted Dead bug list, I will help them.
I was worried about helping this fellow without tearing his wings. He was not a pretty moth at all-in fact, as moths go, he was run of the mill plain and totally insignificant. He was even beige. Good grief! But there he was, in my life again.
So I got his wings out of the water. There were those beady black eyes again, staring at me. If I were a bug and had been rescued, I'd want to be outside. I opened the door and was going to place him on the porch wall, when suddenly he flew. His wings worked! His flight was magnificent. Graceful fluttering carried him up and away and out of my sight.
Rescued. Free. Flying as he was meant to fly.
Spiritual tie-in: Me too, 'cos of Jesus.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

 I have been going into my gardens with my sketchbook this summer, and drawing plants. I've taken photos too, so I can draw them from inside my house when I want to.
 I think it's crazy & wonderful how the forms, colors, shapes, designs, smells are so different and interesting. I am using my drawings in my paintings. The drawings are realistic-I try to capture the shapes and lines as I see them. But the paintings have been folky.
I have to say-I've never had so much fun with my art before.
 All this stuff should probably be over at my art blog-but sometimes I can't draw the line between my art making and my life. I've had some struggles with that idea. Sometimes it feels very selfish to sit home alone making art. Sometimes it is selfish.
But I have found out the weirdest thing-
I need to do my art.
 A line from a movie haunts me with this very sentiment, and I wished I had looked it up exactly before writing this post, but here's my memory of it- the runner from 'Chariots of Fire' says, "When I run, I feel His pleasure." He's speaking of God-it was one of God's gifts to him.
I just love that quote because it's how I feel about making art.