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 ...
Today's guest post in the Prayer of St. Francis series is by Lory Garrett. Our paths crossed a few years back and we walked in faith together for a few years before she moved (she taught me how to make psanky eggs amongst other things.) “Don’t be such a troublemaker, Lory!” “Can’t you ever just get along, Lory?” These are the words I grew up with. Even my 7th grade English teacher’s favorite phase to me was “Don’t be so dogmatic!” I didn’t even know what that meant (except it couldn’t be good) until I looked it up. Now, in my 65th year, I often still find myself the lightning bolt or the lightning rod. I don’t mean to be. I don’t mean to be a troublemaker. I do want to get along. I don’t mean to be so intense when I express something important to me. Leanne’s flattering request to guest on her blog hit just at the right time. True enough, I’m not a fan of St. Francis’ Peace Prayer. It overwhelms me with my f...
Hi Leanne,
ReplyDeleteYour book choice sounds lovely. For Lent, I will be reading Bread and Wine: Readings for Lent and Easter on and off as well as the Bible.
Nice to meet you :)
The Secret Diary of Elisabeth Leseur: The Woman Whose Goodness Changed Her Husband from Atheist to Priest. I need a little inspiration. :)
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