Artful Worship

So this weekend I am participating in an interesting church service. My mother and I are both artists. She prefers to work with clay and I prefer drawing. I like to draw mostly figures and portraits, because to me, people are fascinating. But on with the story here, my mother is actually having one of her pieces on display this weekend and a reception is being held for her at a local church. Well the pastor of that church has this vision for showing people how to worship God with other forms of art, besides just music. And that is where my mother and I come in. She and I are actually going to be doing our artwork as a form of worship while the pastor preaches I guess, I’m not really sure. He will be asking both of us questions about how we think doing artwork is a form of worship. So I have been thinking about this quite a bit and here are my thoughts on the subject. Referring back to my people are fascinating statement, I think that people are one of God’s most amazing creations, if not the most. I’m not sure how many people have really thought about how awesome the human body is. Really, think about it for a while. Just contemplate how incredible your body really is… I really think the human body, in addition to many other mysterious and wonderful things, is beautiful and that is why I like to draw figures. I truly feel like drawing figures is a celebration of God’s creation. I also believe that God gifted me with the ability to draw well, and every time I use that gift it is a delight, a credit, a glorification unto Him. It is also a delight to me, wich I believe is also pleasing to Him. Genesis 1:27 says: “So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.” (RSV) You know, God is an artist Himself. He made each one of us unique and special. We are all some form of an expression of Himself, being made in His image. I think that my drawing, and anyone elses visual art, whether it be abstract, realistic, expressionism, landscapes, pottery, sculpture, you name it really, is immitating God. And I can see no greater form of worship than to immitate the One who created us and loves us so much.

Isaiah 64:8 “Yet, O LORD, thou art our Father; we are the clay, and thou art our potter; we are all the work of thy hand.” (RSV)


I Don’t Know Why God Made Onions Purple

So today, Alannah said, “Who’s stinky?” And I said, ” I don’t know, is it Dominic?” and she said, “No, no body’s stinky, it’s your food!” (I was making Allison’s slow cooker chicken curry.) And she scrunched up her nose and said, “It smells good!” Then I laughed out loud and said, “Your hilarious, Alannah!” And she said, “I am?” And then she explained that her Nana calls her “Sweat Pea” and that she is not “Herlarious.”


I knew there was a reason I agreed to watching my best friends kids today! Alannah is known for saying such funny stuff all the time, it would give me great fuel for my blogger fire here. Actually, we had a great day, the four kids and I. All went rather well, and I am confident I could watch four kids at the same time again. Well, these four anyways. It was very interesting for me to have a girl in my care all day. I did not realize how used to little boys I have become. I thought I knew how to deal with girls better, being the oldest of three sisters. However, though little girls aren’t completely foreign to me, they are just a whole lot different than little boys! And I have become very acustomed to mothering boys. Also, it’s really nice to be dealing with a child that is potty trained. I’m not so sure how well I would have dealt with four little butts in diapers today. Maybe the potty training is what makes up for all the “Why’s?” I was asked why the onion (I was cutting up) was purple today. How do you answer that? So I just said, because God made it purple, and fortunately that was a good enough answer for the time being. Eventually I just stopped trying to answer every “Why.” I’m not real good at explaining everything- and especially don’t want to be telling my friends kids something they might not really appreciate. (Ha ha!) So I learned that it is okay to say “I don’t know.” And I have one last thing to add before I go to sleep, because believe me I. Am. Exhausted. Dominic was an absolute angel. I cannot imagine that kid doing an ounce of anything wrong. He’s just so cute and laid back and easy. How nice!

Kev’s Quote of the Weekend

During dinner Saturday Beau was particularly fussy. As all you nursing mothers know, (or have known, if you currently have ownership of your own boobs ) your child will always decide they want to eat right when you’ve put all the hot food on the table and are ready to sit down and enjoy your freshly cooked meal (or the KFC you just picked up.) And this night it was no different. Beau was having a fullfledged fuss fest, and we had company, and I didn’t want to leave the table and go feed him. I just wanted to finish my meal without having to microwave it. Sensing my frustration, and being annoyed himself at the fussing, my husband piped up and said, “Lone me your boob, I’ll feed him!” To which I replied, “Believe me, if I could I would!”

Yes, I am looking forward to the day my breasts will again experience sweet “I can wear all the cute bras I want” freedom. Now why doesn’t Victoria’s Secret make sexy nursing bras? After all, it’s their floopy little outfits that got us in this position in the first place, right?!

The REST of the Story

Okay, so here it is, as promised the additional photo: Drew, covered head to foot, literally, in Desitin.

And the winner is: Tee
“ROFL. Ok, let’s see.

Once upon a time, a precious but mischevious baby was put down for a nap. When baby awoke, baby spotted the Desitin cream and felt artisitically inspired so baby quietly went to work. Mama came back in just as baby was doing the finishing touches. Tada!”

Yep, that’s pretty much it, and when Mama beheld the lovely mess and her son’s terrified “oh no, what’s she gonna do look” she just started laughing. And then she called Daddy in to have a look, and then she asked for the camera…and they lived happily ever after.

Mystery Muck

I could tell this story, but I think I’ll let you do the talking. Can anyone tell me the story here? I will post the winning story with an additional picture… this should be funny…

Bothersome Blogging Boohoos

I have been having a hard time with the whole blogging thing lately. I know I’m not the first to talk about this problem-o. But I thought maybe if I vented it would help break my blogger’s-block. You see, you start these things out, and everything is great. You’ve got this new project, this fun thing. You think you can share, vent, maybe get out all those unexpressed emotions or just write someone a new @$#hole when you feel like it. And you’re so excited and proud of your new creation that you tell everyone, everyone like your family and friends and so on and so forth. And then soon lots of people know about it, and maybe people you didn’t expressly want to know about it. Then you realize you’ve created this problem for yourself. Now that everyone knows about your online diary, if you will, you will have to censor yourself and watch what you say. You can’t exactly vent about how so and so really creeps you out, because they might read it! And sometimes you get so neurotic about things that even if something is appropriate to post about, you worry that the way in which you express things about it will offend or confuse someone who experienced that same thing with you. Or you worry that people will get the wrong idea about you, or not realize when you are just joking about something. You get the picture.
Then there is this other aspect that you worry about…all those online weirdos that are looking for less than pure reasons..etc. So then you have to analyze every word you publish and wonder if anyone can figure out your vitals from them.
It just gets to the point where sometimes, it’s not fun anymore, especially if your a neurotic obsessive compulsive paranoid schizo like me. (Joking, people.)

But I can’t just vent about all this- I have to say that most of the time, blogging is very rewarding. Whether you do get to vent out something that is really bugging you (can you tell that’s important to me?) or write someone a tribute or share some funny or interesting news, whether you get fun feedback and make new, if faceless, friends, whether it’s pride in something you’ve created that is almost totally your own, or learning new website tricks all the time, or reading other peoples thoughts, stories, jokes, what have you…I guess it is still worth it. So I’m going to keep blogging, of course, but I’m going to try not to let things bug me so much. I’m not going to worry about who I might offend, and I’m going to really represent who I really am, and who I’m struggling to become. I’m going to share the funny stories, if piddly, and when my son gets his first tooth, or when I’m in a bad mood. Because, I started this blog for me…it’s about me…it’s for my own enjoyment… I just choose to share it with the whole www. So if you like what you read, I’m glad and I hope you keep reading. If you don’t like what you read… TOO BAD! Go get your voyeur kicks somewhere else!

Not that anyone has ever been mean to me or done anything questionable or wrote anything terrible or threatening or scary in relation to my blog. This is just stuff I worry about in my own head. Thoughts, I’ve been having trouble ignoring, and thoughts I would like to really give up to God. I share because I know lots of you people out there can relate and understand, and that kinda makes me feel better. And if I’ve helped you out in anyway too, that is always a plus.

Anyways, as always, thanks for letting me vent. And thank you to those of you who are unassuming, non-judgemental, and laid back and fun and non-threatening. Enjoy.

Small Vent-ola

So today was one of those days when I was not exactly at my best. I had to struggle at time just to keep my sanity. And other times I felt just fine and happy. I’m really moody…so I’m guessing my monthly friend is going to start coming back for a visit. Headaches. Check. Moody. Check. Depressed. Check. Distracted. Check. Unmotivated. Check. Breakouts. Check. Tense. Check. Yeah…its a comin. Yeah, fun for me. So…at least I got my mountain of laundry done!