Yearly Archives: 2013

Inspiration

The people in the blue coiffed jackets get nervous when you get too close.

They prey on the ones who wish they were right inside the pictures.

Right inside the Monets and Picassos and Renoirs.

We know.

Because….

We wrangled the three blondes through the fine arts museum today.

As I followed my four loves through the traveling Impressionist exhibit – I thought I might explode from the exquisite inspiration.

The paintings from that period have scratched an itch I didn’t know I had.

Flipping through a few loaned art books from the library this fall….I fell in love with the artwork of those 19th century, Paris abiding virtuosos….many of which I do not share beliefs or convictions – but many of whom etched delightful scenes that spoke to me loud and sweet. Their pieces at the exhibit today – carried me away.

Degas’ dancers.
Renoir’s peonies.
Sisley’s apples and grapes

All beautiful. All brilliant.

And then there are those other artist from other genres and other times….who painted whimsically and who captured perfectly and who left dabs of painted passion on canvas.

Derby’s moonlit nights
Reynold’s portraits
Navez’s Thomas

Yes…that one. That image of the doubter inspecting Christ’s wounds….faith unraveling right in front of his face….a moment of realization captured right there within a frame.

It was a sort of a mirror. Me there…always inspecting, always finding Him.

Seeing paint put to my own thoughts….it’s superb satisfaction.

The children…..were captivated by the large escalators – not the Caillebottes.

That’s fair. Going up and down on a silver moving apparatus is indeed quite fun. Understood.

But me…..oh, the day pleased me greatly.

Before I could even get through the exhibit I had to fetch my notebook….because the words were spilling quick.

Art inspired art.

Impressionist impressed.

Drawing drew me.

And this early Christmas present from my mate and my moppets – it catapulted me into goal mode…into inspiration…into a sort of peaceful planning for the year ahead. 

And I needed that. Ailments and scares and laundry and dishes and tight budgets and doling out discipline day after day can sometimes leave a lady void of creativity and vision. It can leave her thankful and blessed…but also a bit brain short.

So, considering the superior art work today – turned the tables.

These next few hours – as we stop to consider our Savior Jesus…..I pray we catch a glimpse of the all out beauty and perfection of His love and gift – and that it finds it’s way right into the heart places that need it most.

As a result….

May inspiration be yours. May hope rise high. And may His good plans and purposes for you….

come forth all year long.

Finding Him

Early in the morning hours yesterday we sat at the dining table and feasted on Words. We try to make this happen every cockcrow…before the phonics books flip open and the math equations scrawl across the board. Most of the time it happens. Some of the time it doesn’t. But yesterday – the agenda was actually going as planned as… Read more →

Prayer

Our lyric girl has turned herself right into a psalmist. Right into a praying, spinning, piroetting poet. Her and her long blonde tendrils – they sway as she speaks to Him. And it all together makes me swoon over all four years of her. And this….this performing of prayers….it’s something that dropped clear into her heart from Elsewhere. Because….there isn’t… Read more →

Possibilities

There’s a red kettle on my gas stove….that’s about to do it’s whistling. There’s a husband in the bathroom sheering off whiskers from his very fine face. Three blondes have gone to bed. Clothes are tumbling in the Maytag. Small overnight suitcases line our master suite…..remnant of Thanksgiving. Toys litter the living room. Mama here is tired. All day with… Read more →

Early

I hear one of them humming just on the other side of the wall. It’s either the oldest or the youngest….because the middle one doesn’t bother with hums. There is always a lyric to her tune, with a dance to coincide. The boys charge out of the gate at the same time every morning. I have a clock hanging on… Read more →

Outed

As I turn the page back…..and read what leaked forth yesterday….I feel exposed. The true state of my heart was outed. My painfully immature longing for audience and affirmation – was laid out bare for you all – where eye and light hit heavy. And that’s good.When light reaches a stronghold….it’s grip is weakened. How in the world the Holy… Read more →

Just This

I had a post all scribbled down and close to complete….explaining why I was calling it quits for a season. Explaining that this novice of a writer likes to write….to be read. I had explained in furry one late dark night last week, red-faced and embarrassed – that while I was thankful for my fist-full of faithful readers – I… Read more →

Today

I woke up this morning….and felt like He was calling me to come and wrestle things out here.With kids still quiet under blankets – I show up to share even before the sun has shown it’s face. He must have something to say!Lord, meet us in between all these black printed letters…. **************** What would happen….if we actually believed that… Read more →

Snapshot

At this moment… The blue eyed boy baby is playing with a smooth blue bouncy ball. And the girl is pushing around a pink squeaking stroller, playing the part of parent. And the oldest is where he often is….sitting at the end of the table sketching steamies. Their Mama is a smidge anxious this AM, which is an oft occurrence… Read more →

Wave and Sea

There’s something about the water’s edge….that makes words flow easy. There’s something about that place…where sea meets sand, where the breeze blows fresh….that kindles all kinds of creativity. Maybe it’s the way the sun shimmers off the coast… Maybe it’s the tickle and smooth of sand shifting underfoot.  Maybe it’s awe over the way of flight for the beach birds….and… Read more →