Nov 19, 2010

Thankful

Her voice trembling and weary,
she said,

"My perspective has changed. 
One day you are going 
about your business 
worrying about things 
that don't mean anything, 
and then in an instant
everything is different 
and you realize that 
there are just a few things
that REALLY MATTER."  


Just moments before our call
I had been consumed with worry.
Drowning
in a pool of self inflicted pressure,
swimming in my own flesh
in a suit of self
pity - with very little real cause.

I'm thankful for her words
and the heartfelt reality of them.
Thankful for the reminder
yet sorrowful for the pain in her voice,
veiled by a sheet of tears.
Thankful for a Lord that comforts and is
so very present in the face of pain.
Thankful for family that loves,
really loves.
Thankful for a verse of
encouragement from someone
clinging to their faith with all they've got.

Malachi 3:6
"I am the Lord.  I do not change.  Therefore, you will not be consumed."

Nov 18, 2010

Connected by grace

Need encouragement?


This is a blog of women 
from different generations, locations, etc.
from my home church,
Grace Bible Church in Dallas, TX.
Each week a different woman
contributes to the blog.  
I have found it to be
encouraging and insightful.
This week happens to be my week.

Nov 6, 2010

The boys and Paradise Island

Last week, Jon and Tater
 took a 2 day trip 
to "Paradise Island".
Paradise Island is located 
off the Northwest Coast
of the Dominican Republic,
 a 15 minute
boat road from the small, 
fishing village of Punta Rucia.
As you can see, Tater was armed with 
a pillow and his wooden snake, Tommy, 
and Jon also with his pillow and 
a couple of diet cokes.


I gave Jon my old camera
and with an 
"I'll hurt you if you don't take pictures"smile, 
 made him PROMISE to use it!


This is the Tortuga Hotel 
in the booming
metropolis 
of Punta Russia.  


These are the free range hogs 
roaming around
directly across from the hotel
(she says with a snicker
loving this crazy, raw country!)


This is the tour company that 
runs the tours to the island,
which is basically a big
sand bar in the middle of the ocean :)


All the tour boats waiting for passengers.


Tater enjoying the boat ride
and daddy's sunglasses :)


The sandbar . . . um -er ISLAND!


The island is surrounded by
a living reef and lots
of gorgeous fish. 
Tater did not want to leave
and enjoyed snorkeling
from the safety of his 
daddy's back.


Hello GORGEOUS!  
Somebody's meal after the tour.


Tater and our friend, Antonio,
enjoying the ocean.


This is a very typical Dominican kitchen
for a restaurant on or off the beach.


A random iguana at the tour company.

I missed my dudes but was happy
that they had a great time!



Nov 1, 2010

A work in progress


My sweet father -in- law is an artist.


In a previous blog, I mentioned how when
we went to the beach, he chose a place 
to sit and sketch 
a beautiful scene.
He worked at this every day for several hours, 
lifting his pencil horizontally 
in his outstretched hand,
one eye squinted,
thoughtfully gaging 
the proportions of the scene ahead of him,
oblivious to passers by (well, most of them :)
and small children putting sand on his chair.


And when we returned from the beach,
he made our porch his studio,
the Jarabacoa valley his back drop,
and continued to work on his picture.


He used a postcard to mentally
take him back to the exact location
he sat, beneath the canopy
of dangling branches from a mangrove tree.


This is where he sat.


This is the rendering right before
it was packed in his suitcase.
I can't wait to see the finished one!

All of this made me think about
how intentional he was
about incorporating art 
into his daily life.

I'd like to do that - somehow.

This also made me think about 
how I am a work in progress,
and how I need to yield to 
the master.  
Sometimes
I am undone 
at being undone.
But it's okay.