Regardless how dark the night, hold tight to your dreams

Take Me to the Moon, But Don't Leave Me There

Take Me to the Moon but Don't
Leave Me There

I Wish You Peace

I sat in my girl cave, pen in hand, trying to decide whether to draw a pumpkin or a leaf. Fall was in the air and I was feeling the urge to draw the season.....


 "Draw a floral arrangement." a still small voice whispered.


"I don't want to draw a floral arrangement I whispered back." with a little more attitude than the occasion required. I continued looking at fall paintings needing inspiration.


"Draw a floral arrangement." the insistent voice urged a little louder.


With somewhat of a huffing sound I put my phone down and began drawing a floral arrangement.  When I woke the next morning the still small voice whispered.....


"It is called "I Wish You Peace", and this is what I want you to do with it. Then things became perfectly clear.


I hate it/love it when that happens. I hate it because my first impulse is to run. I mean.... How foolish would I feel if I mailed it to someone and they didn't want it? What if they thought I was silly (foolish) for thinking that instead of dropping them a "I'm thinking of you card" I sent them a drawing. Then I think..... What if I did it and it made them smile? What if it let them know that not just me, but someone much higher than me saw their situation and He wanted them to know....  He saw them?


Tomorrow is the 3rd anniversary of my Mother's death. To those who have lost someone they love.....

I WISH YOU PEACE

Reaching for the Stars

Reaching for the stars will keep you on your toes, because there will always be those around you who prefer you keep your feet firmly planted on solid ground and to never reach farther than you are right now. Dream big, stretch high and see how far you can go.

So Much More

She stood in front of the mirror, and gently brushed her hair away from her eyes with delicate fingers. The image reflected back to her a distorted image. She saw eyes that weren’t bright enough, skin that wasn’t clear enough, hair that lacked texture and shine, and teeth that needed whitening.  Slowly she turned her body as she kept her eyes carefully trained on each and every curve. What she saw in the reflection spoke to her with critical disappointment…. “You are not enough. You are not strong. You have no beauty.” On and on the reflection ridiculed her worth. What she saw and what she heard was a lie resonating from the very depths of hell.

At every turn, the voices of darkness hurled insults at her. The noise was so great and came from so many directions that it completely drowned out the ever present whispers of her Creator and the Lover of her soul….. “You are beautiful. You are complete in me. You are worth so much more. You are the child of The King.”

Only time and faith could change the voices in her head. With a gentle hand her Savior guided her down paths where the voices sang a different song.... A song that had a beautiful melody with the message...... You are Worth So Much More.

Wish I May, Wish I might

Wish I May, Wish I Might

  

Some days I wish for a serene place to process my hurts, celebrate my joys, sort out  the mysteries.  A space to think what might have been, dream about that which will come....  A place I can mourn the loss of friends still living, yet at the same time cherish the times we had together. A place where judgement is replaced by thoughtful reflection of the good, the ugly, and those wonderful moments that get me out of bed each morning. A place where I might just catch a falling star making all my dreams come true.... Come with me for a little moon sitting.

Healing Touch

For a precious friend who is just beginning her journey of healing of breast cancer.