"Moo-moos are stylish...

...enough said"! :)

art

Lately I've been experimenting with my creativity by painting images on canvas the Lord lays on my heart. Here are a glimpse of two I recently painted. One was for my Mommy's birthday (which is this Monday!) and the other for a woman we babysit for who is having a little girl in a few months.

missing

Today I miss him -
My Sussex walking, puddle hopping, friend-time scheduling, English-accent talking friend.
Exploring forest pathways in the dark of night, laying on a rocky road to gaze at the stars.
Singing silly tunes and skipping because we can - how my heart swelled with appreciation for this very special friend.
A portable drummer was he pounding out fun beats as we sang crazy songs and laughed about random thoughts and dreams.
Touring foreign states, taking moonlight walks - we grew in our fellowship and learned of shared thoughts.
Quite far away he is right now, training to make his country quite proud.
Smarter than most, through this journey he'll coast.
I remember the city and exploring with him there.
His music, his interests, were always worth care.
Classical instruments, flamanko, and jazz -
He had lots to offer and had lots to add.
Fort-making, nap-taking, sunrise watching partners were we.
Climbing the Bluffs at 5:00am was quite the idea indeed.
Our adventures were many, our ideas were profound.
Word games a plenty, big vocab to spare, skipping through Sussex, we had little to fear.Uno-spinning we went, in a game never ending, eventually he thinks he won, I think we need a rematch to be sure.
Cows across town twice struck our fancy...climb them with did, now isn't that chancy?
Big dorky headphones, none could wear quite like he.
His smile made me joyful for we knew what was there.
Goodbye was full of breaking and unsureness about where.
It's been a short while, but indeed it seems long.
Hours away are we, and quite strong he's become.
Sometimes I just miss him lots, what shall I do?
"Good-night for a little while!" We often would say..."goodbye for a little while" was not a fair trade.
I hope to soon see him, our visit would be grand.
I've missed him in soccer, in singing, and such, particularly since I don't explore Sussex as much. It's quite dark and scary without my friend there, we'd clearly established he could take on a bear. To protect me he promised, he'd always be there, I never once doubted if he were sincere.
Perhaps the near future will provide an opportunity to visit and have him here.
I'm trusting the Lord for I know He knows best. He'll guard my heart if in Him I find rest.
Oh smiles and rainy walks I surely do miss.
Our friendtime was treasured, and undoubtedly missed.
Aurevoir Mr. _________ you know who you are.
Maybe sometime soon you won't be so far.
Far far away,far away is he...indeed this friend is missed, indeed for him I'll pray.

taken by His love

God's love is unfailingly good.
I am overcome with His intimate love and majesty.
Lately I have been filled with words and music.
I can't seem to stop singing new songs I've never heard of before.
I know the Lord is birthing in me the ability to praise Him and to write for Him.
Every Sunday I steal away for a time simply to listen to His voice, and to write what I feel prompted to.
Recently I've felt compelled to actively pursue what God is doing with all of these words.
I want to put them to music.
I don't want to just have words.
I want to create for His glory.
I feel as though I'm supposed to somehow and somewhere acquire a guitar, learn to play it, and to open myself up to plans the Lord may have for me by using that ability or skill.
I've been praying for Him to supply. I have agreed that if He supplies, I will learn, listen, go, seek, do, sing, whatever it takes - for His glory alone.

Lord, your love is astounding!