Forty Days

For forty days Jesus lived in the barren and desolate places. Hour after hour he endured the leering eyes and manipulative lies of the one who craved his destruction. No sustenance in his belly, no solace from a friend, just the mocking hyenas wanting the carcass after Satan finished with the soul. Jesus knows the…

Slinging Stones

I cried in the bathtub last night. My dear husband lit candles, poured in extravagant amounts of bubble bath, and set a cup of ice water on the small wooden stool my grandpa hand-carved. Earlier in the day I had hopes of a nice, relaxing bath to end the week. Instead, I sat in the…

Brown Moments

My entire life I have loved colors. When picking markers for school, or adulthood, give me the classic or bold sets. No pastels, no muted tones. I want emerald, azure, raspberry. Give me the vivacious reds, purples, yellows. I want strong statement colors. I never liked the brown, tan, peach or gray. Neutrals often felt…

Mess before Masterpiece

Before the lovely comes the mess..While I take photos for my profession, I love to play at various forms of art. And here is the thing I have found to be uniform across almost all mediums. The process is messy..Block printing-messy, wood carving-messy, chalk art, writing, watercolors-messy, messy, messy. Before the reveal of a finished…