I bought myself a little happy last week: a small blank book. These days, that seems like the best kind as I wait for things to happen on several different fronts. Appointments, discussions, proposed solutions, ruminations, and travel have left me with fluctuating pockets of time on my hands and…I am really bad at just sitting still despite God’s admonishment to,
“Be still, and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10 (NIV)
I am well aware that the “stillness” in this verse is more about a lack of fretting, but still…I tend to be literal. I am also quite aware that HE is God and I am not, so “check!” on that part. It’s the stillness part that I both revel in and rebel against on a regular basis.
Waiting in this life is a given. How we approach it is often up for grabs. Location changes mean I have a need for something portable. This option leaves me with something tangible, as well, so this is my best compromise for now. I’m praying and filling blank pages with doodles while I wait.
What do you do while you wait? Are you good at it? Tips and pointers welcomed!
It was a very long night with storms and tornadoes and disrupted rest. Family, friends, and close neighbors remained safe…and now this. So, thank you, Hardees, for the unexpected heart-shaped breakfast, but mostly…
I worked almost all last week on one post…and never completed it. I’m still ruminating about it and, to be honest, I’m not entirely sure I’ll ever be through with it. Some days it’s like that. God brings up subjects to make me consider them and see if I’m willing–or need to!–to change, to reconsider, to be open to new ideas. He also does this so I will measure my thoughts and actions and attitudes against His Word and be reassured of the alignment I find…or need to.
This morning I hear the sounds of a plumber working away in my kitchen. He also has tasks in 2 bathrooms once he’s through there. I cannot be of any help there.
I am staying out of the way, since I have no skills to add to his work, and I have relegated myself to the art/hobby room to add details to some gift bags that have been waiting for just such a moment.
This is something I can do. It is quiet work. Busy work. Thinking time work…and I have plenty of that yet to do.
May God challenge us all in the best ways possible this week. May we make the most of our time and use our skills to bless those around us…as we think according to God’s own Word.
“’For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,’ declares the Lord. ‘As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.'” Isaiah 55:8-9 (NIV)
It’s time for a touch up. Actually, it’s way past time. In fact, I’m not sure when these vintage pieces got their last one. What I DO know is that I can only hope that the paint I’m using this time lasts as long and performs as well as the previous touch up.
This isn’t a task I do with a specific regularity or timeline. In fact, if they were still at my previous country-cottage home in Georgia, their chippy paint still wouldn’t merit a second glance from me or any of my visitors. The more private, tree-covered garden setting there meant they weren’t on public display. In fact, a few of these pieces haven’t been painted since I bought them–and I loved their already weathered patina on sight.
I still love it…but, while their purpose remains the same, their setting has changed. This mid-century classic house and yard have a more formal attitude and these pieces now reside on the busy corner of a city block.
We are all, once again, country come to town here–and, that means some things will need to change. Oh, it won’t be in the “essentials” of personality, purpose, or general points of view, but the occasionally spruced up wardrobe seems to be required…for the furniture, at least. This town is extremely laid back and casual, so almost anything goes for the humans here. I like that.
Without the cover of all those Georgia pines and old growth oaks, however, we’re going to need some shade around the pool here this summer. I found a great end-of-season deal on some crisp and clean cream-colored umbrellas last year…and they look entirely too new and shiny against all of the rustic, chippy layers with multiple colors making their appearance along with plenty of dust and more than a sprinkling of lichen. Hence the painting party.
Naturally, all this touching up has made me think, though, of how we so often grow comfortable in our settings, attitudes, and our casual displays of who we’re called to be. We forget, sometimes, that there’s a whole world watching and they may only get an idea about who Jesus is by what we show them. Furthermore, in all of our comfort, we forget that we have a moment-by-moment need for staying in touch with the One who loves us most.
I thought about the woman with the issue of blood from Mark 5. After 12 years of suffering and being told to hide in private so as not to create problems for others, she pushed past people and “propriety” for just a touch of the hem on the Master’s garment.
She just needed a touch up.
She wasn’t concerned about how it looked or what other people thought. It turns out, the people around her didn’t even know she was there, but Jesus did. He noticed. He stopped. He healed her. He called out to her and He validated her faith.
I think that’s something we could all probably use. Our issues may not be visible or public knowledge, but we all have them. Don’t wait. Reach out to Him today. He’s just as willing to help us as He was to help her. HIS touch ups make all the difference in the world…and when others see the difference He makes in us, hopefully, they will reach out to Him, too.
My prayer list is about a mile long and yet God continues to send me reports of answered prayers for others. It makes my heart happy…and then, just to top it off, He also sent me this…
Don’t overlook the small stuff. Not every communication from God involves a rolling thunder or a flash of lightning. His is the still, small voice and the tiny details we are often too busy to notice.
May we all be reminded of His great love for us today and may our prayers be so aligned with His will that all we have to do is celebrate His goodness while we wait on His timing.
This is a picture of the pile of yard debris out by my curb. It contains several very dead branches from a boxwood, a tall, young oak tree that decided to spring up in the center of said boxwood, a bit of unproductive azalea, multiple branches of holly that were trying to become bushes again (that stuff will NOT die!), and a significant number of nandinas cut down this past Saturday. It makes quite the pile. By the time this is published, the pile will have been removed by the city workers to wherever it is that they take such things here and the curb area will be clean again.
The pile is actually pretty. There’s not a single thing in it that I haven’t, at some point in the past, used in a floral arrangement and sent out to bring cheer to someone I love.
What makes this time different? Location, timing, and knowledge.
If I had to guess, those are some of the same criteria I believe God uses when He starts the pruning process in my life…and, maybe, yours, too.
Some of the things in my pile looked pretty good in place, but they were dangerous to other living things. Some were thorny and could injure those who got too close. Others had already passed their usefulness and were simply taking up space required for new growth.
Again, I know God sees some of those same things in me. He, alone, knows the best times for the removal of those attitudes, actions, and beliefs that need to change–even if they might have been useful at some point in our past. When I grant Him full access, His activity in my life is a cause for celebration and brings me closer to the picture of what He has planned for my best interests…even if the pruning process isn’t usually all that comfortable…or pretty.
What if we looked at our current areas of discomfort for guidelines of what God might be choosing to prune for our growth instead of assuming “it’s the other guy’s fault” and joining in the fray? What if we trusted and cooperated instead of growing angry and frustrated? What if we chose peace instead of the pile?
“I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. 2 He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful. 3 You are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you. 4 Remain in me, as I also remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me.“ John 15: 1-4 (NIV)
It doesn’t take me long to do a quick sketch or whip up a small drawing on a postcard. I have a pretty specific idea of what I want, grab a pen and card, do it, and move along. Easy peasy.
Taking on a larger work is quite a different story. This one is a great example. I painted the 18″x24″ canvas with a beautiful midnight blue cover coat over a year ago. I had a specific idea in mind, but I just haven’t been able to make myself start on it. Something’s not right. I haven’t been sure this was actually the canvas for it, the time for it, and…well, the size for it. In my mind, I just can’t make it fit. That project may need to be even larger.
I started off last week just putting some brush strokes in place for the base just to make sure. I was right. This canvas isn’t big enough for that vision. Moving on! What’s next? Something totally different while I keep thinking things through for that one…and where I can keep learning while I wait for “all the things” to gel in my mind.
Right now, I don’t know where this new one is going. I’m not sure what will happen or how long it will take to finish. I’m taking my time. Putting in a few touches at a time. Trying some new-to-me things. Standing back. Evaluating next steps, colors, and strokes. Taking a picture. Walking away. Thinking. Showing back up in front of it. Repeat, repeat, repeat. It’s all part of the process. I’m playing with it and just having fun right now. So far, so good. It’s still developing. It looks odd right now. I’m ok with that. I’m making progress.
Every painting has at least one “ugly stage,” and there’s always a purpose for it. I usually learn something to take it to the next level or, at the very least, to the next painting. Once I realized that, I’ve begun to look forward to getting there. It means things are about to turn and start getting better. Believe it or not, this painting still isn’t there yet. There’s some serious ugly yet to come and I can’t wait!
Sometimes our lives hit an “ugly stage,” as well. It isn’t nearly so much fun as my putting paint on a canvas. Those ugly stages can be quite painful and, since we aren’t in control, we have no idea how long they might last or what the intended purpose might be. but…
God knows.
He knows all about it. Better yet, He knows all about US. There IS a purpose and there is a plan. Scripture reminds us that–no matter who or what we’re dealing with!!–The Plan is for our eventual good. Just knowing that means I can start looking for the lesson. Somehow, that helps me. It isn’t bad luck and it isn’t random. God is at work in the ugly stages and He is in the busness of making all things new (Rev. 21:5).
“Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.” Isaiah 43:19
Today I am praying that your ugly stages are shorter than mine and that your learning curve is quite a bit shallower! May God be praised no matter what stage we’re in and may our life canvases always bring Him glory.
I’ve been drawing things since I was little. Everyone does. When we’re small, there’s something exciting about grabbing even a broken crayon and trying to put on paper whatever you can. “Draw what’s in front of you,” we were told and we worked sohard to get it right.
As we got older, some of us doodled on notebook covers, scraps of paper, or napkins during phone calls, meetings, or down time. Many people quit doing that after awhile and exchanged their drawings for words spoken, written, and read.
A few of us still attempt to do both…often with very mixed results.
I’ve always been drawn to nature. Seeing, drawing, writing–celebrating all the things God created and knowing He counts me among them–makes me feel closer to Him. I see Him in front of me in the details. I hear Him beside me in the words. I find Him–still busy creating!– in all of the sounds, shapes, and colors surrounding me and I learn more of Him in the recording of them regardless of which medium I use.
I’ve learned of His love and faithfulness by observing the beauty He takes time to create for us. I’ve learned of His wisdom by the way science and nature sing His truths. I know of His mercies by the new opportunities He provides each day. His watchcare is evident in the limits of each season and in the measures of time because He knows our human form needs rest and renewal as much as we need work and wonder.
He surrounds me on all sides, above and below, and gives evidence of His great compassion even as He compells me to know His commitment to righteousness.
I read His Word and view His artwork and I find I don’t have to work as hard as I use to in the pursuit of “getting it ALL right.” I’m learning to give myself the grace HE sends my way in the process. My doodles and my scribblings help me see what’s in front of me…and it’s always Him.
“But ask the beasts, and they will teach you; the birds of the heavens, and they will tell you; or the bushes of the earth, and they will teach you; and the fish of the sea will declare to you. Who among all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this? In his hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of all mankind.”
quiet ambitions: 