The Art of Me

As I was driving home last night, I found myself heading into a canvas of brilliant colors, each one seeming to separate itself from the next distinctive layer of skyline. It really was beautiful and I found myself, yet again, amazed by my God. He is the author and creator of fashion and beauty and we have only to look outside to see His work. As I pulled my car to the side of the road to snap this picture, I couldn't help but see my life as a skyline-like canvas on which God paints. There is a color or brush-stroke attacked to each situation and circumstance I encounter and my Heavenly Father is using them to create a masterpiece with my life. I do not know what the end result may be and to the world of critics it may look like a worthless piece of art, but I know that the Creator loves everything about it and has molded and created it for His glory and His purpose. And isn't that the true nature of art: creating something you love in spite of criticism and something that is, in essence, a little piece of yourself? To Him I am a priceless piece of art, bought with the blood of His Son, and created by Him and for Him for His glory and enjoyment.

Chicken Little He's Not!

At first glance, this may look like a normal, barnyard rooster. However, trust me when I tell you he is possessed! I'm housesitting for my boss, while he and his family are in Mississippi, and one of the things I have to do every day is let the chickens out and collect the eggs. So Monday night I go out and let the innocent creatures out of their coop and instantly find myself being charged by foghorn leghorn here! If you've never had chickens or been around them at all, you really don't understand the fear this particular instance struck in me. You see, roosters have these huge spurs, or claws, on their legs that can do some serious damage and I got a good look at his when he started charging me. My first instinct was to lunge at it, the way you do a dog that's chasing you. Well, that didn't work. It really just ticked him off and he kept coming at me. So my next option was to take my shoes off and throw them at him, one at a time. The first shoe missed him entirely, but the second shoe landed squarely on his right side. This discouraged him enough that he turned and went to find the hens. So, he's gone and I'm thinking it's all clear to go get the eggs. So I go inside the chicken house and collect the four eggs, but to my horror I found him waiting for me outside the coop. I had managed to bring a mop down with me but had foolishly left it outside the pen. So there I am, trapped in a chicken coop, holding four eggs and nothing to defend myself with. Every time I would try to come out of the fence, there he was ready to lunge at my leg. I must have looked pretty funny out there....and when I say out there, I mean I was trapped out there for ten minutes. I finally realized that the only way to escape was to put the eggs down, slide my hand out and grab the mop and then shake it in his face as I came out of the fence. So, that's what I did and successfully escaped with my life, but with a little less of my pride. Needless to say, he's been on house arrest for two days.

Gotta Love It!

Just thought I would share the beautiful weather with those of you who are suffering through frigid winters. They may fly rebel flags down here and deep fry everything, but you've got to love the weather!

He knows

So I haven't posted in a few days and to be honest, it's because nothing new has happened and I really don't have that much to say. I am just trying to take every day as it comes, continuing to trust that although the view of the future I have is vague, if not comletely clouded, there is One who knows exactly where I'm headed and knows just when to let me know where I'm going. My mom gave me a book awhile ago entitled, "I'm Glad You Know Where We're Going Lord" and I find myself echoing that sentiment. I'm glad He knows what's going on because I'm constantly confused by life and this world I'm passing through. And you know what? There is total peace and complete freedom in living your life with Him in control. You can say that you believe He's in control, but unless you live our life in a way that exercises that faith......you really don't believe it. That's truly been an "ah hah" idea for me. Am I living what I say I believe? It may appear foolish to some, but once you've experienced what it feels like to completely trust Him and rest in Him.....you'll know what I'm saying. I still struggle and daily have to yield everything to him (my future, my heart, my life), but it's worth it because I know He is much more equipped to handle things. So yeah.....I'm glad you know where we're going Lord!