Saturday, April 9, 2016

Praying. Boldly.

Because of my job I met a beautiful mom named Christie and learned about her life with a sweet boy named Brooks. Brooks is going to be a first grader next year and he's living with the aftermath of a Wilm's tumor. This is, apparently, the kind of cancer which shows up in early childhood, and should, with early diagnosis and treatment, be brought into remission. Brooks finished fairly aggressive treatment and was ready to start back with fun things like baseball and school when his family learned that, rather than remission, there were new tumors.
His family are following the next directed medical steps with surgery and therapies.
I, am called into this only because of God's love and grace.
I met Brooks mom and his grandma and I immediately loved them. (This happens when you meet generous and kind people, right?!)
So here I am, connected by the thin thread of meeting which is strengthened when the God of the universe calls you into love.
I'm praying and I'll live out my journey here and I'll even ask you to join me.
Because:  we're called to love.
And love is often action.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Worshipping and finding.

I recently had the opportunity to speak to a women's group about worshipping God.

In the process of preparing I found myself thinking about how distracted we really are. We're called to worship the One revealed in Revelation 4 -- the One who is brilliant like Jasper and Carnelian, with the 24 elders surrounding Him, casting their crowns and singing Holy, Holy, Holy.

I find this to be the best reminder that how we worship God matters. This is our way into His presence, where life exists.

There is so much about God that simply requires our response. Our response in worship is to Him, His majesty, His holiness, His Oneness. Not the music, or the singer, or the song or the tempo. To God, our worship -- in the midst of our distraction and suffering and frustration and lack and -- well, you make the list.

We worship Him to be with Him. Our LORD in found in the midst of our worship.

Sing loud.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Surprised by art

Ok, advanced upon by the Holy Spirit to create, which feels like play is getting to be rather funny.

First, I've found that I have more supplies than I'll ever need. Yes, over time I've collected things. I'm guessing I believed that in purchasing these elements, I was also purchasing time. Or permission to play rather than work. Ughh! Life is a process. A journey. A long walk. And now that I'm paying attention to what I'm hearing, I'm having an awful lot of fun and finding an abundance of joy and love along the way.

So, today, I took the day off so my mom and I could use theatre tickets for a matinee of Harmony at the Ahmanson. My dear husband suggested the Wednesday matinee. (He was born on the left coast but he's more like a New Yorker without the subway tokens. Every theatre on Broadway has a Wednesday matinee, so L.A. must, goes the logic.) I snagged the day. Mom was in. The kids had plans and rides, so off I am. I planned breakfast with my Dear, then a little art time, then, the shower and the drive to the Ahmanson.

On a whim, my darling checked the time and, surprise!, we'll be seeing the Saturday show. Los Angeles does not have a Wednesday matinee. All of this is simply to say that here I am, with a free day to play with the art and reorganize a few supplies I've recently repatriated.

Along the way, I made this cute book for my friend Joan.

I'm all so joyously surprised that I feel the call to artishness and, that I'm obeying.

So I continue to wonder, "What's He doing?"

Sunday, March 23, 2014


I'm cleaning a corner of my room. Deep cleaning and what do I find?

Yep. I've had this book a long time. But really, now I find it? God is rather clear!