I had great fun with my young friends Lily and Adriann in watercolor class this morning! We talked about the color wheel, especially secondary colors- green, purple, and orange. There are many ways to make secondaries, but here are three simple ways we made them today:
- mix two primary colors on your palette to create a secondary, then apply to dry paper
- on dry paper, paint one primary layer and let it dry, then paint a different primary on top of the first one
- paint two primaries side by side onto wet paper (the water on the paper will help the colors mingle, creating the secondary)
Painting watercolor is a problem solving process where you don’t just learn about painting- you learn about yourself. I was reminded today that I’m a colorist (I like really strong color) and I love wet on wet painting where the paint and water make beautiful new colors.
The first time we visited Israel I was impressed with the flowers I saw there. It inspired me to come home and plant some of the same things in my garden. One of those was hollyhocks.
I had seen them scattered about Israel, so I planted these last summer. That first summer, they made a big leafy plant, but (sadly) no blooms. This year was different. They’ve grown stalks of about 5-6 feet tall and they are blooming!
Every time I look at my hollyhocks it’s a visual aid for me to remember the Holy Land and to pray for her- specifically for peace in Jerusalem:
A song of ascents. Of David.
1 I rejoiced with those who said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.”
2 Our feet are standing in your gates, O Jerusalem.
3 Jerusalem is built like a city that is closely compacted together.
4 That is where the tribes go up, the tribes of the Lord, to praise the name of the Lord according to the statute given to Israel.
5 There the thrones for judgment stand, the thrones of the house of David.
6 Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: “May those who love you be secure.
7 May there be peace within your walls and security within your citadels.”
8 For the sake of my brothers and friends, I will say, “Peace be within you.”
9 For the sake of the house of the Lord our God, I will seek your prosperity.
I am so thankful for the fun time I’ve been having with my mom this weekend. She is a great cook and loves to visit quaint restaurants. Just for fun, we drove about 30 miles west of Amarillo to visit Boot Hill Saloon and Grill in Vega, TX.
I like the creative way Chef Rory Schepesi has created a cool old west themed restaurant in this tiny little town on old Route 66 (now I-40). It inspires me to see someone with a bit of creativity (and a dream) bring commerce to a small community— and provide delicious food in the process.
We ordered an appetizer called “Bucket of Crap”— made of fried everything, including leftovers from the night before (creamed corn, squash, mashed potatoes, etc). The happy face made me smile (it was made of mashed potatoes).
If you are traveling along I-40 in west Texas, you might want to stop at Boot Hill for some tasty food and creative inspiration that seems to be placed in the middle of nowhere. Enjoy!
Tears on my neck are an unusual occurrence, but that’s what happened during church yesterday. It was my first Father’s Day without my daddy and the beautiful worship music, especially “Healing is in His Hands”, moved my heart mightily. The emotion leaked out of my eyes, down my cheek, and onto my neck.
I regained my composure for a while, until Ryan M played and sang “Blessings” by Laura Story (Her entire “Blessings” album is AWESOME! Have you heard it yet?)
He didn’t know it, but we had played this beautiful song as accompaniment to a slide show about daddy’s life and photography at the conclusion of his funeral last week.
During Bible study yesterday, it was my day to teach. I was so thankful that we looked into the Bible together at the story of the raising of Jesus’ friend, Lazarus in John 11. In the context of the story is the shortest verse of the Bible: Jesus wept (John 11:35)
Have you every paused to consider all these two little words tell us about the LORD? He was 100% God and 100% man, He felt empathy and sympathy, He knows what tears taste like, He knows the physical reaction within the body when we cry (because He lived in a human body). He cried with His friends Mary and Martha and the Jewish friends who were grieving along side these weeping sisters.
Those two little comfort me immeasurably in my loss.
I am so thankful for God’s providence that scheduled me to teach on this passage on the very day I needed to hear it— my first Father’s Day without my sweet father.
I am also thankful that God knows how tears feel— especially the ones that roll from the eyes, down the cheek, and come to rest on the neck. He know because HE wept.
We just got home from a week in Tuscaloosa. I don’t have the words to say how much I love Tuscaloosa county- the place and the people. Thought I’d share a few places you really shouldn’t miss if you are in the area.
I had a few moments to stop by Toumey Hall on the campus of the University of Alabama and check in on the progress of Caleb O’Connor and the amazing mural project he is working on for the new federal courthouse. Caleb was not there when I dropped by, but two of his gifted apprentices were hard at work.
Seeing the murals unfold is like watching a piece of history being made before my eyes. I cannot wait to see them all completed and hanging in their places in the courthouse!
If you the opportunity, stop by and see Caleb and his team at work. Just make sure you get there soon… the muralists are over half way through this amazing project.
A friend told me about a couple she knew who always said goodbye to one another each morning by saying, “I’ll see you tonight, or I’ll see you in heaven.” Maybe it’s because I lost 2 girlfriends to cancer last year or because of all the weird natural disasters (like the Tuscaloosa tornado) that have been going on, but I’ve been saying that phrase a lot to people I love since she shared that with me.
For months now, when I’ve said goodbye to my daddy, I’ve often choked on the huge lump in my throat as I’ve told him, “I’ll see you next time, or I’ll see you in heaven.” It’s been hard to watch his Parkinson’s disease slowly but steadily overtake him over the past 28 years. Since January of this year, his dear life has included falls, hospitalizations, rehab, nursing homes (including a forced move due to a tornado that destroyed one facility he was in), etc. Heaven has drawn closer and closer.
When my mom called this weekend to tell me he’d been taken to hospice, I cried. Yet, from hospice experiences with my girlfriends last year, I knew this was the best thing for daddy at the moment.
Tonight, my sweet sister called to tell me the words I both dreaded and welcomed— “He’s with Jesus now.”
I feel peculiarly numb right now… but also extremely thankful.
I am so thankful his shaking has stopped and his body is at rest.
I am so thankful he went peacefully.
I am so thankful his faith rested firmly on Jesus.
I am so thankful he took me and our family to church.
I am so thankful he lived a life of faithful service to others.
I am so thankful I never heard him whine or complain about his circumstances.
I am so thankful he was my daddy.
As the clock struck midnight and “June 6th” popped up on my computer screen I was reminded that this is my first day on the planet without my daddy here. Although heaven got sweeter tonight, I already miss him terribly.
He will always be etched on my heart. I can’t wait for the day when I get to see him again. I KNOW I will— in heaven.