Your journal looks lovely, and reminds me of the Hope's! (she's a friend of mine and lives about 20 min. from me). Journaling is something I have often thought about doing, but never seem to get to. I'm gonna try to do something during my trip though, so inspired by all the journals out there in blog-land.
My Desert Cottage Not much has changed in my art room since last year . I had a substantial to-do list this year and I didn't quite get to all of them. Here's what was on my "to-do" that got t'done: 1) I made pretty labels for my binders: 2) I cleaned out my closet. (There is no before picture: just imagine stacks of boxes, giant plastic containers and the like.) The closet now holds some stamp storage (off to the side behind the purple velvet dress that's hanging; a chest of drawers packed with fabric (now consolidated into one space except for another drawer in last year's pink chest of drawers); and a sacred space. The wall has book pages taped onto it. I got the idea and the technique from Aunt Peaches . Eventually, the small stained glass cross will move and be above the ombry that I have on permanent loan (currently holding my prayer books and a bible), which is a bit of a long story, but basically when I no longer have a use f...
Today's guest blogger is Joe Pote. As a s tudent of the Bible since early childhood, Joe was literally raised in church, attending multiple church services and Bible studies each week. Having also endured the devastation of a failed marriage, Joe combines a sound understanding of biblical principles with personal experience of the issues and concerns of believers who have experienced divorce. He would like for you to visit his website . I sat huddled at my desk, face pressed into palms supported by elbows propped on desktop, staring into the darkness of my own hands…feeling the darkness pressing in from all sides. The work day was ended. It was time to go home, a brief ten minute walk from the office. Yet, I lingered, dreading home…knowing the unfixable problems waiting there…praying that God would show me what to do. My four beautiful children waited at home, bright lights in my life, who I was always pleased to see. But their mother also ...
It seems to me that when I wrote my blog post about the song "All who are thirsty", I didn't actually finish it. Why I didn't realize this before the post went live is a bit of a mystery, because as soon as I read it, once published, I knew it was unfinished. If you missed the last post, here it is. I'll be here when you finish reading it and come back. And in case you didn't click on that link and read it, I reflected on the lyrics of a Christian praise song that I suddenly realized was meant for me as much as it was for the congregation I've sung it to. I am thirsty, weak, in pain and in sorrow. Yes, but that's not all there is to me, or indeed to any of us. fountain @ St. Mary's Retreat House, Santa Barbara For there is, if we but open our hands to accept it, God's love and mercy, the water of life, through God's gift of Jesus to us. Come to the fountain Dip your heart in the stream of life.... Come, Lord Jesus, come ... ...
Your journal looks lovely, and reminds me of the Hope's! (she's a friend of mine and lives about 20 min. from me). Journaling is something I have often thought about doing, but never seem to get to. I'm gonna try to do something during my trip though, so inspired by all the journals out there in blog-land.
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