Monday, November 23, 2009
I'm finally posting...but briefly. One of my favorite sites of all times, Marie-Madeline Studio, is having a fabric sale as well as a $30 gift certificate giveaway. I check their site almost daily (sometimes multiple times a day *blush*).
They have some of the cutest apron...
and bag/purse patterns.
I love browsing through their pictures;
seeing their happy faces...
and drooling over their exotic, retro and brightly colored fabrics. I literally come away from their blog with a smile on my face. They really seem to have the joy of the Lord and a love for one another.
Won't you join me in visiting these lovely ladies at ...
and their blog:
Have yourself a lovely day and may the Lord bless you!
*all pictures used with permission from Marie-Madeline Studio.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
The following is a post by Stacey McDonald from Dec. 2007. I found her post to be helpful to me, in particular, and thought it might be helpful to other ladies knowing how many of us struggle with our appearance. I also know from personal experience that women aren't limited to comparing themselves to the physical traits of other women, but we also compare ourselves to the natural abilities of other women.
Just a few thoughts on that. I would say that it is our responsibility to be faithful and hardworking with the talents God has given us otherwise we are little more than lazy. I also believe that in some part we are to "expand our borders", so to speak, in the areas we are not naturally gifted in. This helps to build character, knowledge and experience, all of which makes for a well rounded individual. I think, too, that there is a great deal of discontent and lack of thankfulness for what the Lord has given us. He has bestowed upon his children the beauty of salvation and clothed us in the garments of righteousness. How can we get any more beautiful?
With that being said, it is obvious that each of us have our own particular niches. Each of us are gifted with interests, hobbies and strengths (and weaknesses...ouch!) that others do not have. I see (with the eyes of faith when the spirit of weakness overcomes) this as reflecting the beauty of our Creator who has chosen by his own decree from all eternity (Eph. 1:4,11) to create each of us individually and uniquely for his own glory.
Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honor and power; for thou hast created all things and for thy pleasure they are and were created.
So who are we to challenge the Lord on what he decides to make? Can the clay that is formed question the Potter? Some of us are fit for everyday common use and others have been created for a more prominent use. It is a rather ridiculous picture to imagine each individual within the body of believers insisting to be an eye or a hand or a head? If the Lord has seen fit to make his body a unique and diverse one then it is not our place to view that diversity as "beauties versus the beasts". Rather, it is our privilege to use the talents he has given us, not for our own selfish pleasure (though the Lord wants us to enjoy the gifts he freely gives!), but for the honor and glory of our Master Potter.
2 Corinthians 10:31
Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
When we present ourselves in a way that glorifies God, and when we live chaste and sober lives, loving our neighbor and glorifying the Lord with all we are, His beauty will shine forth from us!
We have no true beauty without the Lord, and any outward beauty we do have is a rotting façade that will one day return to dust. There is nothing wrong with presenting ourselves in a lovely way. There is nothing sinful about make-up or beautiful clothes or jewelry, but we must teach our daughters that our focus is to glorify God.
Be faithful; teach your daughters that beauty doesn’t come from a tube of lipstick, it doesn’t come from having a twenty-one-inch waist, and it’s not lost because those gray hairs start coming or that last baby brought twenty extra pounds. The beauty of the Lord is eternal and it should be cherished and worn with dignity.
Tell your precious daughters to remember this video when they see billboards and magazines that try to "train" them into accepting Hollywood's version of beautiful.
And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us, And establish the work of our hands for us; Yes, establish the work of our hands. (Psalm 90:17, NKJV)
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
"God is enough. God is glorified when we are satisfied with him in the midst of loss." -John Piper
*disclaimer-While I love what Mr. Piper has to say on this subject, I do not agree with all of his theology. This goes for most anything I post. I post what I agree with, so please do not assume that the portion I do agree with means agreement in full. Thanks.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
I think we as Christians tend to be such a 'loving' bunch of people that we are afraid to love the way Christ did by speaking the truth and bringing the gospel of our Lord, Jesus Christ, to world. If we are his disciples, then we are to follow him and live as Christ lived. What a challenge and what a pleasure to hated for Christ's sake. This is our cross and may we bear it gently, meekly, humbly and yet boldly on his behalf. May we not be afraid to bear testimony to the work of Christ all around us. And may you be as blessed as I was/am by this woman's amazing testimony.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
My soul shall make her boast in the Lord: the humble shall hear thereof, and be glad.
They looked unto him, and were lightened: and their faces were not ashamed.
If you haven't seen Facing the Giants, please do. It is a wonderful film that encourages the Lord's children to continue to have faith and not faint through trials. The same group made a movie called Fireproof which I would also highly recommend.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Set your affection of things above, not on things on the earth.
For you died, and your life has been hidden with Christ in God.
When Christ, who is our life, shall appear, then shall ye also appear with him in glory.
Which none of the princes of this world knew: for had they known it, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory.
But as it is written, "Eye hath not seen, not ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.
But God hath revealed them unto us by his Spirit: for the Spirit searches all things, yea, the deep things of God.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I would like your opinions if you would be so kind. You will notice my choices are similar to titles from popular songs in the 40's and 50's (or earlier). I would like my jewelry blog (and hopefully a variety of other items as time progresses) to reflect a similar warmth, sincerity, a bit of subtle elegance and a whole lot of quality that those time periods represent without being pretentious or ostentatious. I would like it to have a sentimental feel and the pieces purchased as something on which to have built a dream or memory. So, if you would please leave your remarks and/or suggestions in the comment section below, I would greatly appreciate it.
2. Something To Build a Dream On
3. Isn't It A Lovely Day...
Thanks so much for your help!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
It is no wonder we are able to succeed at anything we accomplish. Not only are we able to because God gives us the grace, but we mirror his works; the glory of the perfect, all-knowing, all-seeing, all-understanding God of the universe. If we have to imitate anyone, isn't it amazing that it is the hand of the Master. Not that God needs my approbation, but I acknowledge and want to proclaim how masterful his works are.
The sunrise, the sunset, the trees and the streams. Men and women have been trying to capture its perfection in art throughout the ages. Many of them have been and are God haters and yet it is their goal to imitate nature...after their Creator. They try to remove God, the intelligent Creator, and want to say everything has happened by random chance. That is why it takes precision instruments on precision paper or canvas with well studied minds imitating precision art in nature (thanking Ken Ham for his instruction). Art was God's realm first and will always remain his. May we use it for his glory.
One of my favorite modes of art is candid photography. To capture something or someone as it was or they were at a particular moment in time is true. It wasn't someone holding still in a position for hours. It is a clip of informal history. It is stripped bare of pretension; it is exposing the honest nature of something or someone. I guess I speak from experience as I am always trying to hide a flaw here or there. Sometimes it is uncomfortable reality, but that is beautiful in its own way. Beautiful because the reality of a moment or time is the way God would have it and has made it and everything is beautiful in its own time in God's ways.
I love the texture and layering of these photographs. I love the reflections, the shadows, the lines of symmetry and stature. I love the ripples on the water and being able to feel the cold rainy day on the bridge. I love the age, maturity and history in a stone road and the sheer power and strength in architecture. Architecture is substantial and weighty. Not just in the materials chosen, but in the purpose for what was or is built and how it will be used to serve or tear down in the history of the world. This is amazing and my God has done it.
Monday, June 8, 2009
I am very thankful for yesterday's sermon on Ecclesiastes 7:7-10 (particularly v's. 8 and 10) . I am reminded that I must be patient, believe, trust and by faith wait for God's timing in every area. I am reminded that he is in control, that he ordains all for our good and His glory and that my ultimate goal is to glorify God and enjoy him forever. Plan of action...to put patience and trust, by faith, into practice (by God's grace!).
Hast thou not known? Hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, faints not, neither is weary? there is no searching of his understanding.
He gives power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increases strength.
Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall:
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young.
Thou whom I have taken from the ends of the earth, and called thee from the chief men thereof, and said unto thee, Thou art my servant; I have chosen thee, and not cast thee away.
Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.
When the poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their tongue fails for thirst, I the Lord will hear them, I the God of Israel will not forsake them.
I will open rivers in high places, and fountains in the midst of the valleys: I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water.
I will plant in the wilderness the cedar, the shittah tree and the myrtle, and the oil tree; I will set in the desert the fir tree, and the pine, and the box tree together:
That they may see, and know, and consider, and understand together, that the hand of the Lord hath done this, and the Holy One of Israel hath created it.
And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience;
and patience, experience; and experience, hope
17 By faith Abraham....
20 By faith Isaac...
21 By faith Jacob...
22 By faith Joseph...
23 By faith Moses...
Knowing this, that the trying of your faith works patience.
But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.
"Patience is submission to God and his will. If you would have joy in the Lord, you must grow in patience. One can only reign with Christ if one is willing to suffer with Christ." G. Price
Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
For consider him that endured such contradiction of sinners against himself, lest ye be wearied and faint in your minds.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I have used this site to help point me in the right direction as I work with my sons and as I try to understand 'man'kind while I raise 3 'men'kind. Because he isn't a Christian, I don't take everything at face value (I don't do that with Christians why non-Christians?), but if it has merit and I can see biblical principles underlying his reasoning and thought, I go with it. It has helped me in setting a family standard for my guys.
I loved this latest post. I love it because it is right. I love it because he expresses his fears and humanity and then what he has learned. Also, being a mom I tend get sappy when dad's speak lovingly of their children, especially their daughters. Yeah. Anyway, here it is. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Here is the site:
What I've Learned Raising a Daughter (Thus Far)
May 19, 2009
I’m not going to lie, when I first heard that we were having a girl, a small tinge of disappointment hit me; I’d really been hoping for a boy. I know, turn me in for the jerk-of-the-year award. It wasn’t that I didn’t want a girl, it was just that I didn’t know how I would relate to, or help raise a sex that preferred tea parties to a rugby match.
It was easy to imagine how I would bring up a boy. Strict discipline mixed with love and honor, lessons of wilderness survival, famous battles, endless wrestling matches and instruction in being a gentleman. A girl on the other hand? The idea terrified me. Pictures of puberty, boy band concerts, awkward dad moments and an embarrassed/annoyed daughter helped convince me that I wasn’t cut out for the task of raising a daughter.
Part of my misunderstanding came from being raised as an only child, growing up around boys via various sports teams, then attending a military academy with a 6:1 guy to girl ratio. Let’s just say, while I appreciated the opposite sex, I knew very little about them other than they confused me and smelled nice.
Then my daughter was born and my theories were immediately tossed out the hospital window. She was beautiful, and I quickly took to being her father. She was mine and I was hers. My heart melted inside me the first time I held her and later, when she said “Dada!” and held out her arms to hug me. The fears I once had about not being able to love a girl as much evaporated as I became the ridiculously proud parent I’d always mocked.
Now, my daughter is still just a toddler, so I know that I have many, many lessons still to learn (a fact that nearly kept me from writing this post in the first place). The teenage years still loom ahead like a storm on the horizon taunting me…with tongue piercings and glittery lip gloss. But, even with only a short time under my belt, my daughter has taught me some incredibly important lessons that I never would have picked up had she not blessed my wife and me with her presence.
1) Men are born to protect. Regardless of whether it has gone out of fashion in today’s society, deep in the heart of every man is a desire to protect his loved ones. To make sure that they feel safe when you’re around, like the calming presence of a strong lion protecting the rest of the pride. Though I’m sure that this instinct is there with boys as well, the strong conviction I have to protect my daughter is greater than nearly anything I’ve felt in my life. It isn’t a feeling that has to be worked up, it’s just there, like cement, daring someone to move it.
Taking on the protector role means carrying yourself a bit differently. Rather than wandering aimlessly down any dark alley, I now am more aware of my surroundings and where I am taking my baby. I also find myself a bit less sympathetic when other people’s reckless actions invade my daughter’s life. I used to work out mostly for vanity; I wanted to look good. Now, I work out knowing that I could be the sole person standing between an intruder and my wife and child. And I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the time I’ve spent developing intimidation tactics for future boyfriends. Good luck Johnny brace-face.
2) Girls keep a man’s heart from growing too hard. Perhaps it’s because I went to a military academy, or spent too much time watching “Gladiator,” but I realized after the birth of my daughter that my heart had grown a bit hard. My compassion, patience and grace were all lacking. I firmly believed that “second place was the first loser,” “Pain was just weakness leaving the body,” etc. I had great pride in the discipline and efficiency through which I ran my life and home. These tough-guy attitudes suddenly seemed a bit ridiculous as I would look into the eyes of an innocent little girl content with blowing bubbles, chasing butterflies and eating copious amounts of cheese.
It’s not that I have now become a bumbling mess of emotion and softness since the birth of my daughter, but I have allowed myself to accept that not everything in life is simply a resource that must be dedicated to some ultimate victory. If we don’t get all of our chores done it’s not the end of the world. My car used to be spotless, now it has crushed cheerios and toys strewn about the back seat…who cares! With a child in one’s life, schedules and plans become much more flimsy. When my daughter cries I don’t try to numb the pain with a motivational talk, I just hug her. She’s kept my heart clean.
3) Every girl is some man’s daughter - There is no doubt that certain levels of sexism still remain alive in our culture today. Until I had a daughter I gave the idea very little thought. It had no direct impact on me, and I tried my best to be respectful to women, so why should I care? Raising a daughter and beginning to think about her future has caused me to reconsider my views on sexism, the glass ceiling, even the role of women in the advertising and entertainment industries. I’m sure most guys are like I was, giving a sigh and roll of the eyes when HR begins their annual training on sexual harassment, but things are a little different when the victim could someday be your daughter.
I once heard a lecture concerning America’s sex-saturated society. The gentleman discussed pornography, sexual addiction and abuse, but one comment caused the whole audience to go startlingly silent. “Every time you choose to view pornography, attend a strip club, solicit a prostitute, or in any other way, treat a woman like a piece of flesh rather than a person, remember one thing: That girl is some man’s daughter.” Men sat silently, the ones with daughters trembled at the idea of some man treating their daughter with such disrespect. Women aren’t just peers, co-workers, friends…they’re daughters.
4) Slow Down - The other day my friend and I were walking to the library with my girl. She just learned to walk a few months ago so she was a bit sporadic. Speeding up, giggling, slowing down, stopping to pick up a stray leaf. As we watched her take in the world around her, my friend commented, “Wouldn’t it be awesome if a walk to the library was this much fun?” I chuckled for a moment, but realized this was one of the true blessings having a small child in my life brought to the table. The reminder to slow down and enjoy the small, seemingly insignificant moments of life. The ones that I had previously tried to fast forward or multi-task my way through.
I once heard a friend’s mom tell her kids before leaving on a long trip overseas, “Wherever you are, there you are.“ The sage words have stuck with me for years as they reveal a life philosophy which refuses to take a moment for granted. How often do we talk to our friends while trying to check our e-mail on our iPhone, or let our minds think about the rest of the day’s errands as a loved one tries to connect with us? Children live life much differently; they take their time, fully engaging one task at a time, not too concerned with what lies ahead or behind. Maybe we could learn a thing or two from them.
5) Living for someone else -
“No man has ever risen to the real stature of spiritual manhood until he has found that it is finer to serve somebody else than it is to serve himself.” - Woodrow Wilson
Marriage is the first lesson most of us receive in learning to live for someone other than ourselves. And just when we start to think we might have that lesson down, children shatter all our notions of self-righteousness. Waking up at all hours of the night, changing diapers, feeding, cleaning…all these things are necessary parts of raising a healthy child, and they have been pivotal in forcing me to abandon some of my selfish habits. My daughter could care less about my well-thought-out schedule or whether or not I have a flight early the next morning. She continually challenges me to love her regardless of convenience.
I wrote previously that one of the greatest tests of manhood is whether or not one has learned to abandon their life in the service of another. This idea makes some people’s skin crawl, but thus far it’s been one of the truest indicators of real manhood I’ve been able to find. It doesn’t take much effort to be selfish. In fact, it’s one of the most natural ways for us to live. Children plop into our lives as miniature insurgents, waging war with our lifestyle of “me first.” My daughter has opened my eyes to the beautiful struggle parents face in giving their lives to their children. It isn’t comfortable, and often times it flat out hurts, but it builds a depth of character that can only be understood by others who have traveled a similar path.
For years men have been raising daughters into young women. It used to scare me, it still scares me, but I’ll give my life away in pursuit of it any day.
Monday, April 20, 2009
A couple of Saturday's ago, my mom, sister, my guys (minus Jackson who was working), one of their friends and I hopped in the van ready to make a drive to Hell's Gate State Park. There was an air of excitement and anticipation as we loaded the van with food and people like a pack mule. We thought of ourselves as explorers in search of what had only been mere tales up to this point. Sadly, we were to find out that our excitement was to be matched and surpassed only by our surprise at the park's location and size.
Prior to our excursion, we had seen signs for Hell's Gate State Park in the Lewiston and Clarkston areas and rightly assumed that it was somewhere in our general vicinity understanding general vicinity defined as "within a 30 min. drive or so". Altogether, it took us about an hour to figure out that this state park was about 10 min. from my house. Much to our chagrin, we came to the realization that the Lewiston city park was nearly as large as this "state park". Disappointed though we were, we decided to drive into the park and have a look around. We drove through the campground and were appalled at how close the sites were to each other. My boys kept asking why there weren't any tents. We are very opinionated wannabe campers. Our motto? If you're gonna camp, you have to make it rough and live amoung the trees and sticks and bugs and be toilet free...which is why we have never officially been camping since the kids came along. :) Finally, we decided on a parking spot and got out. It was chilly that day, but that wasn't going to stop us from playing in the "sand" on the Snake River "beach" though some got dirtier than others. ;)While the process of our trip wasn't what we had in mind, the end product turned out to be a delightful, enjoyable memory maker. I was afraid the only memory the kids were going to have was driving around looking for the park and them not getting enough air in the back of the van. Fortunately, they survived thus we survived. :)
Footprints in the sand. Human, bird and otherwise. I haven't put my feet in "sand" for years. It was wonderful!
My lovely precipice viewed from the Snake River beach.
The End (and a happy one at that!) :)