I’m excited about the videotaping we’ll be doing this Thursday, May 19th, at Austin Ridge Bible Church. Please join us for the fun!
The painting you see as the background of my blog is a fun, paisley design I created one day when I was playing with analagous colors. I think of these as “next door neighbors” on the color wheel. Neighboring colors almost always look good together because they have a common base color, in this case, it’s blue. (I threw in the little “pop” of chartreuse for contrast.)
It took me a long time to discover the power of simply painting with analagous colors. I LOVE colors, but I’ve ruined a lot of paintings over the years by trying to use too many of them at once. Too many colors can actually lead to chaos on my paper.
I’ve also ruined a lot of projects (and wasted a lot of time) in life by getting too many plates spinning at once. Too many projects lead to diluted energy and wasted time.
Next time you paint, consider limiting your palette to just a few analagous colors. It can make a big difference in the beauty and cohesiveness of your painting.
Next time you have a project to do, consider limiting your role, time, or resources to just a few essential ones. It can make a big difference in the strength of your work.
A wise person is intentionally selective with all things- including resources (even if that’s color selection), materials, and time…
Proverbs 21:20 In the house of the wise are stores of choice food and oil, but a foolish man devours all he has.
My prayer today: LORD, please help me to be wise in my choices today. I can get my energy so diluted with the “too much” of everything. Most of all, may I choose to cling to You in all things. Amen.
When I read the Bible…
…I see pictures (lots of them)
…I see colors (vivid ones)
…I see real places (especially after walking in Israel)
…I see real, flawed people (reminds me of me)
…I see a love story of God who loved His children so much that He was willing to leave the glory of heaven and come live in our grungy world. He came to defeat the works of our adversary and set us free to love Him fully.
When I read the Bible… I see Jesus
I’ve been glued to the television and online news outlets since last Wednesday night. That’s when my mom called from Tuscaloosa saying, “We’re watching television and a tornado is coming straight toward us.” Her next words were, “Uh oh, the electricity just went out.” As she and my sister huddled in the darkness of a pantry with no light and no connection to the outside world, I got online in west Texas to keep them informed about the storm throughout the evening via cell phone text messages.
I felt physically sick as James Spann and the excellent weather team from ABC 33/40 in Birmingham televised the horrific tornado plowing its way across the part of town where my family lived. As a weather cam mounted on the downtown courthouse filmed the carnage, it was as though this sinister storm was posing for the camera.
Watching this made my heart cry out to the LORD the words Psalm 121:1 “I will lift up my eyes to the hills, for that is where my hope comes from. My hope comes from the LORD, the maker of heaven and earth…” Lord, please help my family and the people in the path of this horrible, horrible storm! I prayed.
I am so very thankful to the LORD for protecting my family, yet heartbroken over the images I’m seeing from the aftermath of the storm. Several times over the past 5 days I’ve found myself thinking, “I’m so glad daddy is not seeing this.”
It took almost 16 hours for us to learn that my dad’s nursing home was demolished. Even though his room was torn up, he didn’t have a scratch on him. Amazing. I attribute this to the protective hand of Almighty God. He and all the other patients had to be evacuated to new facilities. I don’t think he fully comprehends what has happened.
Nobody knew and loved the beauty of Tuscaloosa like my dad. He spent over 40 years documenting its loveliness from behind his camera as photographer for the Tuscaloosa News. He knew the county like the back of his hand.
Tuscaloosa has always been the most beautiful place on the planet in my book. Now, to see the vibrant spring green of the city transformed to the ugly neutral colors of smashed cement and weathered, splintered wood in the devastated swatch that’s cut across town is heartbreaking. The loss of property is bad. The loss of life is infinitely worse. But if there is one thing I’m thankful for at this time it’s this: daddy is in a place where he does not have to see it.
It would break his heart.
As a little girl, I loved to paint, draw, sing, play the keyboard, and write poetry, but as I got older, the weight of my career and family responsibilities took over my life. Somewhere along the way, I set these means of creative expressions aside. It felt as though I was suffocating without them.
This may have happened to you, too.
With the support and encouragement of my husband, I left behind my career as a public school teacher and launched out on a new creative path in 1998. That’s also when my speaking ministry began. Iʼve never regretted the decision and have stood amazed at the way the LORD has guided me step by step along the way.
My early exit from my first career has been an unforgettable spiritual journey as Iʼve watched the Lord lead me to dust off my old art supplies and sheet music and to “refire” creatively. It has changed my life.
I hope my blog posts encourage you to do the same if you’re in that position as well, ready to create or design or compose again. Ready to be REcreative.
I am so thankful for the creative geniuses at Umstattd Media who have helped me get my blog up and running. Their patient coaching has been such a blessing!
Sometimes technology feels overwhelming to me— so much to learn and unlearn. I have always LOVED to learn, but find it’s not as easy for me as it used to be. I really like learning new tricks… even if I’m an old dog and it’s out of my comfort zone. 🙂
Here’s my first perennial of the season… a purple hyacinth. It is beautiful- I only wish you could take a whiff of it’s fragrant aroma.
I love hyacinths for many reasons. Even though I was surrounded by flowers when I was growing up, I didn’t know the name of this flower until it was wrapped in a failure.
For weeks I’d practiced for the annual spelling bee at my elementary school. The day of the bee finally arrived and I made it through three rounds. I was a better than average speller and could already envision my picture in the newspaper as the champion for my school.
That’s when I stepped up to the microphone and was asked to spell the word hyacinth.
Never heard of it. My hands began to sweat as I slowly I muttered, h-i-a-s-i-n-t-h. . . DING. It was the dreaded error bell. “I’m sorry, but that’s incorrect. You may be seated.”
I was devastated. There went my championship. I went home and looked up the word, even better, I went to my grandmother’s house and she showed me the beautiful hyacinths in her flower bed. I’d passed those flowers a hundred times and never bothered to ask their name. Now I had an object to go with the word. . . and a lesson in spelling. I’ve never misspelled it again.
When my grandmother died, friends in Texas sent a potted plant to our family home in Alabama the day before her funeral as show of their love and sympathy. Took my breath away when they were brought into the kitchen— hyacinths.
Here’s my first painting of the day. A colorful garden of flowers! I hope it encourages you to paint…