tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778293455833452242024-03-12T21:58:41.841-07:00love reneweda place of inspiration : healing : love : family : joy : fulfillment : and all things goodcharityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-71648626114149072162013-02-12T18:47:00.002-08:002013-02-12T18:47:59.539-08:00Never too late(Original posting 10/12)<br />
Hey Everyone!<br />
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I know it's been a long, LONG time since I last posted something. I have had a lot to deal with these past months and just trying to get over all of it has been really hard. Maybe later I will divulge some of the information but it's still too fresh for me to talk about. Don't worry it's not a divorce! ha ha.<br />
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Anyhoo, I am in a better place. We just got back from vacation. We saw some rain! Can you believe it? Where I live, everything has to be irrigated for it to be green; which you would think that being near an ocean things <u>would</u> be green but alas, no.<br />
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We had several instances at the end of our trip. God totally gave us help when we needed it. He provided. a camping spot right at the last minute. AND when we accidently went over the 10pm curfew (we didn't know about it), there was an employee who drove up right behind us to open the gate. Whew! We would've been locked out of our camper and stuff with no where to sleep!charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-47467495047706737402013-02-12T18:43:00.002-08:002013-02-12T18:43:44.848-08:00A TurningA lot has happened since the last post. I had such a hard time trying to find good things to write about during the dark times because it would just swirl around in my being like a broken record.<br />
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Well, I can tell you I am in a good place. I am happy. Mostly, I am seeing a stretching coming. Its a good stretching. <br />
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I am choosing to change my eating habits. I used to say that I don't like food. I don't like cooking. I don't like eating. But that's a part of life-nourishment. I then thought about the amount of chocolate/sugar I consume. The reality is that I LOVE sugar and not anything else. So if its true that I don't like food then I'll eat anything, right? Why not eat healthier? So I am! I bought "The Maker's Diet" and started reading it. A friend of mine is doing the paleo diet (cave man diet). My theory is "If God made it, it can be eaten" (minus some animals like bottom feeding fish/crustaceans and meat eating birds).<br />
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It was somewhat difficult to NOT eat junk during the Holidays but I knew that cutting back verses cutting off was much better. My mood has changed. The amount of food I eat now is less because I'm getting what my body needs and it's not storing the extra. This is not a diet. This is a life-change. It was a process, and is still a process, of taking out the bad for the good. When we finished the macaroni and cheese, I just didn't buy it anymore. I didn't buy the canned refried beans, I now make our own-pink beans in the crockpot! Cow milk is reserved for certain drinks. Almond milk is the new normal. Coconut milk works great in smoothies and shakes.charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-89883996285054432682012-03-20T11:13:00.000-07:002012-03-20T11:13:08.372-07:00Wild @ HeartWhy am I drawn to movies?<br />
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My emotions swing back and forth. Either I'm hooked on <u>that</u> OR .... somewhere deep inside I'm 'wild at heart'. I prefer the latter.<br />
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God is the perfect story-teller. He made us with imagination. Why?<br />
If we didn't have imagination, we would still be wearing loin cloths and sleeping under the trees.<br />
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He created. AND He used His imagination. (Look at everything around us! We couldn't even see the vastness of stars until the mid 1900s.)<br />
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Storytelling is using our imagination. Maybe that's why telling stories has always been a money maker. Books, radio, tv, gossip, magazines, facebook, etc. The bigger they are.... <br />
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Sometimes those stories create jobs. Police force (they love mysteries), militia (they are on the look-out for the bad guy), judges and lawyers (who is the BIGGEST storyteller?), media-especially the news, and LIBRARIES.<br />
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But mostly, these stories create holes. In us. I see my deficiencies. I get sad and unsatisfied with my life. I don't live like 'that'. I think 'that' is normal and I am not. My reality is cleaning my house and taking care of my family. I have nothing here as 'exciting' as what happens on the screen.<br />
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I have to remind myself that every part of that movie is scripted. There isn't a single person on the face of the earth who can do ALL of that. Why aren't they tired? They don't get out of breath. They don't have to take a potty break or drink water in the middle of the scene.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">It isn't<span style="color: #990000;"> REAL</span>.</span><br />
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But I'm still 'wild at heart'. =Dcharityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-8145364341610858942012-02-16T12:51:00.000-08:002012-02-16T12:51:00.499-08:00waitingi'm in a process of moving. i just know it. it's not a big thing like moving out of your house or business. it's a small thing. yet, it is also a big thing. it's physically small but it is spiritually HUGE. funny how death and dying is such a part of living and moving on. <br />
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i'm in the process of finally putting to rest a dying friendship and finding another to put in it's place. this is very hard because it's a HUGE part of me that has such an impact not only on me but on everyone around me. EVERYONE. so i need to be concerned about which relationship will fit in this hole that is growing.<br />
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the hardest part is waiting for the funeral. the hardest part is mourning. the hardest part is not being able to move on and having permission to find that next healthy relationship. the hardest part is waiting. waiting.<br />
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i cry and i pray. i hope some day that all will be mended.<br />
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He asks me how I'm doing and I tell him that my day is the same day in and day out. (With a tone like 'I wish I had something to do'.) I tell him about my kids and that I'm currently taking an online class. I then proceed to tell him a little bit about what the class entails. How I struggled with whether I was supposed to take the class until I heard God tell me that I was supposed to take the class to benefit others.<br />
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I didn't get very far into the conversation before his attention had drifted (or was directly taken by someone else) to another topic. I saw the whole thing happen. I shut down.<br />
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A similar thing happened on Sunday. Someone asked me a question. I answered them. They did the "Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh" The kind that says I'm not really listening nor do I care. Again, I shut down..<br />
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WHAT? What are you saying that I'm not hearing? Am I boring you? Am I talking too much? <br />
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And then, I realize-- I do that too. Especially to my family. It's so easy to "uh-huh" your way through life. It's easy to not listen to people when you think the conversation isn't important TO YOU. But to the other person talking, It Is Their WORLD.<br />
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I hate that feeling I get when I know that the other person can't wait to get out of the conversation we, or rather I, are in. I feel inadequate, stupid, worthless, no-one-has-time-for-me.<br />
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So here it is: It has to start with me. <br />
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Transfer that to God:<br />
-God is angry with me. -God is absent/distant. -We become works oriented. -Feelings of self-pity -I don't deserve (good things).<br />
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Every child needs the softness of mom. "Am I lovable?" But if mom isn't there, the child has no safe place to be comforted, to relax, to be "me", to talk things out, no place to feel "unjudged". "I am not ok. I have to be strong. No one is safe, I'm not safe. Work, work, work." <br />
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Transfer that to God:<br />
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-God is judgmental. -God is not safe. -God is angry. -God is not soft, comforting. -God punishes harshly. -I have to perform to get God to 'love' me. -God doesn't want me. -God doesn't even like me.<br />
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So many people grow up without one or both parents. It's sad really because God created the family unit to have BOTH parents involved in the child's life to create wholeness. The masculinity of the male creates confidence in a child. It creates the "go-get 'em, Tiger" we all want to hear. We NEED dad to push and cheer us on. We need him to teach us to be confident in ourselves.<br />
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We need mom. She is the tender side. She calls to us in the quiet moments to talk to us gently. She holds us and comforts us. When we lose the game, she's there to give the "it's ok, I still love YOU" talk. And we need that. There's nothing wrong with me, I just didn't quite make it... this time. She enjoys time with us. She listens to our hearts and loves what's in it. She doesn't condemn us for what's inside. She's the safe place.<br />
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Then, when we know we are safe, and we can trust the family unit. We listen, again to dad's "Go get 'em, Tiger! Knock 'em dead!" And we will get up and try again. Why? Because that's what we're really made of. Trust. Love. Expectancy. Rest. Safety. LOVE. <br />
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God is all of these. He really is.<br />
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Unfortunately, many of my friends are not experiencing these. O how I long to be able to help them understand. But not in their heads. In their entire being. What fun it is to just KNOW who you are and WHY. <br />
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That's what we call PURPOSE.<br />
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This song is by Kelly Clarkson. It's very touching, very true. I'm glad she spoke out because so many people feel this way about divorce. It really breaks the heart to hear what little children feel. And still feel as they get older but the feelings never go away. <br />
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My parents asked if my oldest daughter (13) could go with them to Colorado to go to my cousin's wedding and to be my mom's companion while my dad worked. My husband and I thought and prayed about it and gave her a "thumbs up". My daughter was ecstatic. She spent 1-on-1 time with Grandma and got a breakfast date with Grandpa. She saw the Garden of the Gods and went to Focus on the Family's Whit's End. She even got to drink a world famous chocolate soda which the call a "wo-fam-choc-sod" (hyphenated so you can read it).<br />
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My other daughter (12) stayed home with us. I told her to write down all the things she wanted to do and we'd do them. We marked off everything on her list (except horseback riding-$) even the ones we, her parents, added. We painted ceramics, organized her room, bought her nice clothes, got her a new haircut, checked out Barnes and Noble, drank hot chocolate from Starbucks (very popular out here), took a trip to IKEA, went bowling, played some games at a video arcade place called the Boardwalk, got a chocolate dipped cone from McDonalds. <br />
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Plus my friend, who is currently living in Germany due to husband's job, came out and we got to spend time hitting all the thrift stores by my house. See, we don't have garage sales out here in San Diego like they do in other places. How I wish we did! I could find all kinds of goodies....muuah ha ha. For creative purposes of course.<br />
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So, everyone's back to their normal habits. Yuck. I really prefer not having everything being so mundane. But, what do you do when your husband has a job and kids need school! <br />
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I found a headboard sitting out on my neighbor's curb about a month back. I'm finally getting around to antiquing it. I'm going to turn it into a bench, if I'm successful. Otherwise, I don't know.......charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-40228073836367525982011-12-12T10:51:00.000-08:002011-12-12T10:51:00.195-08:00figuine<div style="text-align: center;">I painted the girl figurine last night. She's turned out quite cute!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nMr9EBol6vI/TuZLypYlBOI/AAAAAAAAAek/WXsnkyMLIgM/s1600/girl+figurine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nMr9EBol6vI/TuZLypYlBOI/AAAAAAAAAek/WXsnkyMLIgM/s320/girl+figurine.jpg" width="124" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And here she is!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The yellow is actually glittery, but with the light and the camera shot, you can't really see it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway. It's my first shot at doing a paper mache figurine. Ta-da! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Not bad. Not bad, at all.</div>charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-70620312909186561122011-12-10T15:15:00.000-08:002011-12-10T15:16:32.083-08:00Christmas presents<div style="text-align: center;">I bought some shoes at Payless and I made these.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I saw a tutorial <a href="http://sewcooklaughlive.blogspot.com/2011/10/mod-podge-comic-book-shoes-how-cool-are.html" target="_blank">here</a>. They were pretty easy to do. I found the comics online, googling Mickey Mouse comics.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also made glitter flats. I will have to show them to you later.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm also going to be making these for gifts...</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yay!!! So fun!</div>charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-22170350052313204442011-12-01T12:46:00.000-08:002011-12-01T12:46:09.376-08:00Pictures of Christmas things<div style="text-align: center;">Totally in the mood to create prettiness! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I've been wanting to find Christmas-y stuff that's not really Christmassy. (Is that a word?) To be able to turn it into really anything.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>This is what I found...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TdSaFkqwlUI/TtfXw2Qda-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/8bsNK8UwUr8/s1600/Metal+silver+trees+pinecones+and+wine+glass+candle+holders+centerpiece.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TdSaFkqwlUI/TtfXw2Qda-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/8bsNK8UwUr8/s320/Metal+silver+trees+pinecones+and+wine+glass+candle+holders+centerpiece.jpg" width="221" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These sparkly metal "trees" are at <a href="http://www.target.com/" target="_blank">Target</a>, or they were. I can't find any more. (pout) I would love to be able to find another set. The pinecones are from my neighbor's tree that's been dropping on our driveway. The wine glasses are from the local thrift store (so many finds!) and in them are battery operated candles (from the dollar store).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is a cupcake holder from <a href="http://www.worldmarket.com/" target="_blank">World Market/Cost Plus</a>. My mom was looking for cupcake holders for my dad's 60th birthday bash back in June. She bought 3 and I bought 1 because I think it's so darn cute! I added granny smith apples, more pinecones from my neighbor's tree and pomegranates. The table runner is from<a href="http://www.target.com/" target="_blank"> Target</a>. The white tablecloth is from my grandma, she found it at a garage sale. The words on my dining room wall are from <a href="http://www.uppercaseliving.com/" target="_blank">Uppercase Living</a> (vinyl lettering), <a href="http://www.michaels.com/" target="_blank">Michael's</a> (wood letters) and <a href="http://www.joann.com/" target="_blank">Joann's</a> (metal words). The lazy susan is from<a href="http://www.ikea.com/" target="_blank"> IKEA</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is an advent calendar thing I made in February or March, I think. I made 4. My mom bought them from me to give to my siblings. This is called <a href="http://store.scrapbooking-warehouse.com/450118.html?cmp=froogle&kw=450118" target="_blank">3D peek a box</a> and it comes with the numbers. I bought the paper <a href="http://www.monstermarketplace.com/scrapbooking-needs/k-and-company-manufacturer?p=95" target="_blank">online</a>. I filled mine yesterday with candy and the kids get to open one each day! So cute!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My husband pulled out the boxes full of Christmas stuff. I realized we don't have much-4 boxes. One for the tree including our stockings, one with all my nativity scenes (4, I think), one with random stuff that I place in our bathrooms. The last box has my <a href="http://willowtree.info/products/nativity/all" target="_blank">Willow Tree</a> nativity pieces. I have Mary and Joseph and the shepherd sets; both given to me as gifts. (Nothing better than receiving Willow Tree figurines as gifts!) I'm also going through the boxes to find what things I want to keep and things I think are totally hokey (and cheap ie Oriental Trading-ish) and shopping for something to take their places. The above centerpieces are examples of what I've found so far. (Big, content smiles.)</div>charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-86611263012908816132011-11-29T18:02:00.000-08:002011-11-29T18:02:17.202-08:00The latestSo, this image has been in my head for a couple of days and I just had to get it out. I love it. I think it's so soft and gentle. I'm not sure where it's going but I think it's going to be one of my new favorites.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On my to do list:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Work on the project in the garage (I'm thinking of turning the headboard I found a couple days ago into a bench.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Paint the office yellow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Re-design my parents' kitchen. (They just moved last weekend into a fixer-upper.)</div>charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-20354962854929981402011-11-22T10:37:00.000-08:002011-11-22T10:37:08.834-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Today, in My Utmost for His Highest- written by Oswald Chambers in the early 1900's, I was reading about shallow things. You know, eating, drinking, sleeping, talking, housework, homework, driving.... He said, "Even oceans (the deep) have shores (the shallow).</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><b>I have given God that wound. I want to be open to my shallow yet simple daughter. I know there are others out there just like her. I don't want to have contempt for people who won't (or rather can't) reach to my level. It's totally ok. BECAUSE God told me that everyone has a different relationship with him. We are not all the same. Just like in a bouquet of flowers, you have the greenery, baby's breath, sunflowers and the lillies-just to name a few. We are all part of a bouquet. (I hope we smell delightful!)</b></span></span>charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-55233586417705653692011-11-18T11:31:00.000-08:002011-11-18T11:31:03.448-08:00Murmuration<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/TeA_P3Bn9Yw/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeA_P3Bn9Yw&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeA_P3Bn9Yw&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is ab<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">soul</span>utely beautiful. It's wonderful watching God's creation dance.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div><div style="text-align: center;">I just moved my art bookcase, 2 days ago, to the very unused family room. I did it while my husband was at our church's men's retreat. I knew I could do it on my own (sort of). How hard could it be taking all the stuff out, dragginng it about 20 feet and reorganizing it? I was feeling pretty good.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Now. Now, my back hurts. I'm walking around all stiff. I put heat on it this afternoon. My family thinks I'm sick. I smile. Lovin' the love. :) Then I tell them that it's my back and then I hear "You're old!" Quickly, the love leaves the room. (Tears)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Still working on making it mine. I haven't come up with any decoration 'ah-ha' moments. But they will come. They always do. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Everything about his dream was correct. The yard, the roof-line, even the stuff going on in the house at the time. <br />
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We have forgotten the dream. It's not something we dwell on. Although there has been 1 element that has not happened yet. Until just now.<br />
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Two boys dressed in military garb have just come to the door and asked my husband if the girls could play with them. Just like in his dream. My husband's response in his dream over 6 years ago was, "I'm sorry, my girls can't play war games." My husband's response today? The same exact words.<br />
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Does this mean we are done in this house? Are we moving on soon? I don't know. I am ready to leave. But the memories here....I think every woman cries over the home she's created and then has to leave it.<br />
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When I think about it, I can honestly say I can totally move on. I am willing to redecorate to my pleasure. I am willing to accept the challenge of fun and exciting new things. I am willing to find new friends. I am not attached to friends here in my neighborhood. (It seems like no one wants to reach out here anyway. I've tried!)<br />
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Some part still mourns for the years I've been here and have to leave. But, at the same time, this has never felt like home. When we are gone for more than a week, the first thought when I see this house is "This isn't mine." Honestly, it isn't. It's a tool. It always has been. I just hope that we added to it and that the next person to get this house will fall in love with whatever character we've put into this place as well as add their own. <br />
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God bless the next house owners.charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-52680995972518751312011-11-09T16:07:00.000-08:002011-11-18T00:45:50.465-08:00Finished<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I finished the old antique furnace. Rustoleum spray paint works wonders. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oZdW5-1AH30/TrsTvSiu4xI/AAAAAAAAAas/Avuj3mFPVj4/s1600/old+furnace+resurfaced.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oZdW5-1AH30/TrsTvSiu4xI/AAAAAAAAAas/Avuj3mFPVj4/s320/old+furnace+resurfaced.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">What do you think?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also saw something we don't normally see out here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6VGwn9QeWc/TrsUw3_UY5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/rzXzvKPGMsY/s1600/parrots+on+phone+lines.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6VGwn9QeWc/TrsUw3_UY5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/rzXzvKPGMsY/s400/parrots+on+phone+lines.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Parrots! on the telephone lines near my house! There's a grouping of them that's around 300 birds. They don't all flock together. Generally, they like to hang out in groups of 3-15. Every year they add more to their numbers. They are loud, and ugly sounding. They also love to eat the fruit off our trees. I don't mind it when they get the fruit on the top of our trees 'cuz we can't get to them. I don't know how big their migration trail is, but when I talk about it to people around my area, most of them seem to know about the parrots. Who knew southern California had it's own wild parrots?</div>charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-18541721400224427252011-11-03T09:55:00.001-07:002011-11-03T16:14:29.645-07:00Encouragement<div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I woke up this morning and just wanted to hide in bed. Why? I had to really ask myself. I knew this old feeling. It's similar to depression and it's best friend is self-pity.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm about to embark on a journey that I've sorta been on before-art business.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Two + years ago, I got involved in one of those businesses where you have to create your 'downline' and meet quotas. It was stressful for me. My 'job' lasted a year and a half and I felt like a loser. AND I used the family funds, thinking this would make money, and it didn't. Thankfully, we were fine.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm just afraid it's gonna happen again. I'm gonna stress out about all the things I have to do, things I have to know...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I gave all this to God, I heard Him loud and clear, "you have to do this." Peace came. He said it with the intent to help others, not for my benefit. (Of course I benefit too:))</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is going to be hard because I'm walking out in courage in opposition to my fears. (Big, scary world. Little tiny me.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jesus, I need your help to battle the feelings of hiding/escaping thru sleeping, many hours of computer usage, rented/borrowed movies, etc. Fill me with your love, peace, hope and joy to continue on to the calling you put in my heart: healing hearts thru art. Amen</div></div>charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-29280363922060907272011-10-31T12:58:00.000-07:002011-10-31T12:58:50.580-07:00Amazing Weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Saturday was October Fest at our old church. We came home with so many goodies! Come to find out, most of the stuff we brought home belonged to an old friend! His wife's grandmother had an old room heater made by Fireside. It's an old tin thing with a gas valve. It's totally covered in rust, but I'm gonna fix it up and who knows, maybe turn it into art.<br />
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Then, Saturday night, I got to meet <a href="http://www.scarletlime.com/">Christy Tomlinson</a>! She's awesome. She and her husband are so laid back, and everyone is a friend. I wish I could look at people that way. Hey, I'm trying! Christy is one of those people you would want to have as a friend. I love people who have that type of personality. <br />
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</div>Church was awesome. People were getting touched by God. My husband asked for ministry from the pastor and God just touched him there. Then we got in touch with a long lost friend. My husband asked him if he had seen the movie "<a href="http://www.courageousthemovie.com/">Courageous</a>", he said 'no'. So both guys went to go see the movie. They talked for hours afterward. It was good. Male bonding time is always good. It's good to see my husband hang out with other guys.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/emyBSTL2zjw?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you have not seen this movie yet, I highly encourage you to go see it. It's about the calling of men to be husbands, fathers, leaders of their home and active participants in their church. It's all done in a non-condemning way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-65246161740087380762011-10-29T11:07:00.000-07:002011-10-29T11:07:08.981-07:00Sequoias Part 3I really wanted to send this video out, but for some reason, my video player won't play the sound. My husband found out it doesn't transfer online, so I'm gonna go ahead and post this. I want you to see my fear of heights in action, verbally. Don't worry, it's not bad or scary. Looking back on it, it's a hoot! I just laughed and laughed. Sorry for all the rear end shots. My hubby was taking the shots and he was in the back.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzPh_gY10iW8vRD8NaGJMCCU9tZBCURE5saSqpF0tp9nXCWM37DnGGpFG5geVanOR7_I7nZ4yQOEXZRaGuMQQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>So, there WAS more! We were only 1/2 way there. Oh, the agony! (^o^) So "I was feeling it in my scaredness." I was even crawling and making vows of not doing this again. But in the end, I had fun. You can see how far down it is, based on the view going down. But take what you saw there and add the same amount going up! Then add the elevation level (7000 ft.)/lower oxygen levels and you got yourself a workout on a 400 step staircase.charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-44115865149417077602011-10-25T16:25:00.000-07:002011-10-25T16:25:49.253-07:00Sequoia Pics part 2<div style="text-align: center;">There's a rock up in the Sequoias called Moro Rock. Now days they have large rocks and a metal railing on the path to keep you safe, but it didn't used to be that way. There was a guy in the late 1800's who, with the help of his step-sons, built a wooden staircase STRAIGHT UP the face of the rock!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5IGFheZJJ4/Tqc70YY8TCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/6ieTdwIpV48/s1600/100_4859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5IGFheZJJ4/Tqc70YY8TCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/6ieTdwIpV48/s320/100_4859.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the side view of the rock, from a road nearby.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7Lk790g8FE/Tqc_AG875dI/AAAAAAAAAY8/hPud3jCzqR8/s1600/100_4944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7Lk790g8FE/Tqc_AG875dI/AAAAAAAAAY8/hPud3jCzqR8/s320/100_4944.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is another view from a road much closer to the rock.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jimnWhSjEGM/Tqc-yRDpRgI/AAAAAAAAAX8/HMTKyXUMMGM/s1600/100_4899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jimnWhSjEGM/Tqc-yRDpRgI/AAAAAAAAAX8/HMTKyXUMMGM/s320/100_4899.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The sun and the mountains in the distance were so....This view is from the bottom of the rock.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We had to climb 300-400ft in elevation. At the top it's somewhere in the 7000 ft. When you are that high already, you get short of breath very easily and have to take breaks.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBqEWcmuELI/Tqc-zDAOcCI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7JkkGEgbif8/s1600/100_4901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBqEWcmuELI/Tqc-zDAOcCI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7JkkGEgbif8/s320/100_4901.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-brMtaAe4qRs/Tqc-4_eCFPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/j69r1rMIEPQ/s1600/100_4924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-brMtaAe4qRs/Tqc-4_eCFPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/j69r1rMIEPQ/s320/100_4924.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> You can see at the top of this rock the white metal railing. Can you see any trees? That's how high we are. A forest video said something like, "Trees can't live above 7000ft"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-anVznZyfPjI/Tqc--KrricI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xTeqaKmcUrE/s1600/100_4929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-anVznZyfPjI/Tqc--KrricI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xTeqaKmcUrE/s320/100_4929.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">These are to show you how steep the rock sides are. We were constantly climbing the stairs. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sktrGL01ZnA/Tqc-zrMZ3vI/AAAAAAAAAYM/WxXY18D10-o/s1600/100_4905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sktrGL01ZnA/Tqc-zrMZ3vI/AAAAAAAAAYM/WxXY18D10-o/s320/100_4905.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> View from the top!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xDAKXXG--vE/Tqc-01Vw_DI/AAAAAAAAAYU/D74vjv9ZJMI/s1600/100_4916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xDAKXXG--vE/Tqc-01Vw_DI/AAAAAAAAAYU/D74vjv9ZJMI/s320/100_4916.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> ...and my girls leaning over the railing!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdqrdt_-udg/Tqc-2x6p5wI/AAAAAAAAAYc/WAgtHeUMDIc/s1600/100_4917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdqrdt_-udg/Tqc-2x6p5wI/AAAAAAAAAYc/WAgtHeUMDIc/s320/100_4917.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This takes you all the way to the very point of the rock.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OIxNlSvxGl0/Tqc-7B_fDEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/OkN15pu0A8Y/s1600/100_4927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OIxNlSvxGl0/Tqc-7B_fDEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/OkN15pu0A8Y/s320/100_4927.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">See the trees? And these guys are tall! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's the crazy part. I have a fear of heights. Shhhhh! Actually, my family knows. They witnessed my attitude and of course my husband video taped it. It's hilarious, actually. But here's what went through my head: "I don't want to do this." "This is a family thing." "I have to conquer this." "Other people have been up here and they are safe." So, when I got to the top, I scooped up some dirt and said, "I did this!" Now I gotta find a glass bottle to put it in.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The closer you get to the top, the narrower the walk-way. At one point, I'm crawling on my hands and knees up the steps because #1 it was really steep and #2 we're REALLY HIGH! It was torture for me, but as 5 year old Olivia from the Cosby Show says, "I'm still alive."</div>charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-21908499932225428082011-10-24T13:12:00.000-07:002011-10-24T13:12:57.648-07:00Sequoia Pics-part 1We spent a week and a half at the Sequoias. The weather was perfect and NOBODY'S there! The skies were clear and BLUE and clean smelling. The water was cold and drinkable (snow!) And the trees.... The trees are awe-some. This one isn't event the largest. It's just one you can climb in. It had little 'caves' you can climb in and even sleep in! Swiss-family-Robinson style.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4PunzzqzGQ/TqXF8-jtBtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mgFnKnFPheo/s1600/101_5082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4PunzzqzGQ/TqXF8-jtBtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mgFnKnFPheo/s320/101_5082.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-36269127255220810062011-10-23T08:21:00.001-07:002011-10-23T08:21:11.804-07:00Sequoias prequel<div><p>The Sequoias are so beautiful!  I will post later about our experience.</p>
</div>charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05516346881629392267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777829345583345224.post-65767545881148437702011-10-12T11:27:00.000-07:002011-10-12T11:27:19.518-07:00Cafe Music<a href="http://julienuttingdesigns.blogspot.com/">Julie Nutting</a> said she loves to create art when she listens to French music. I have a <a href="http://www.pandora.com/">Pandora</a> account and I typed in French Cafe. OH WOW! It definitely opens up another avenue of art! It reminds me of sitting at <a href="http://www.starbucks.com/">Starbucks</a> with a friend and chatting. I wish I knew how to make some of that yummy goodness so I can listen, smell, taste, touch and experience it ALL!!!<br />
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