tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75058118559689635922024-03-14T09:27:33.117-07:00a little moore studioSMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505811855968963592.post-65515314676392950262011-09-19T13:20:00.000-07:002011-09-19T13:20:25.296-07:00Rodeo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wide eyed my boys watched the ropes fly, the sky dim, the horses run. </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;">Night fell and it was time to take them home to bed. Their minds running with cowboys and ropes.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">His excitement permeates the room and he places the pan on the table. "Eat" he says and waits expectantly. Self serve me and a small child with a desire to serve. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">He blows on his dish to make sure nothing is too hot for me to eat. </div><br />
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John 21:15-17, and Christ says "Tend My Lambs" " Shepherd My Sheep" "Tend My Sheep"... and we are called to follow Him and this means washing feet, washing dishes, cleaning spills... this means serving with love.SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505811855968963592.post-14153313585060552952011-09-05T06:15:00.000-07:002011-09-05T06:15:50.241-07:00Breeze<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After all the heat, the wind blew in. Cool air riding in gentle waves, washing over us all. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> The fields have long resembled winter in this drought, in the heat.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Excitement rides in with the cool air. My arms have goosebumps this morning... skin not used to 60 degree weather. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Youngest holds the helicopter into the air with wide eyes. He watches it fly and I watch the sparks of imagination. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Precious are these moments of little boy dreams. We sit under the oak tree for shade and watch them dream, fly, laugh. </div><br />
SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505811855968963592.post-27503541047159393302011-09-01T13:42:00.000-07:002011-09-01T13:42:39.131-07:00Come Near<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDlHGYn12bqjLGm_1auvJO_PhdKd_gu5UCDrdRj4WQRbb9m5mTtPeS-4pshYcgBNwW4jDeFLzoPm5UD1xtSf7yol4Xmkvk3C0HcidfwtFj93DR1t5cA4k_KFaMh0MEfeZDpRdOjywjBDX/s1600/IMG_4877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDlHGYn12bqjLGm_1auvJO_PhdKd_gu5UCDrdRj4WQRbb9m5mTtPeS-4pshYcgBNwW4jDeFLzoPm5UD1xtSf7yol4Xmkvk3C0HcidfwtFj93DR1t5cA4k_KFaMh0MEfeZDpRdOjywjBDX/s1600/IMG_4877.JPG" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">"... Don't they come from your desires that battle within you?" James 4:1</div><div style="text-align: center;">All that selfishness. All that anger. All that Worry. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">"Come near to God and he will come near to you..." James 4:8</div><div style="text-align: center;">Freedom. Peace. Joy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The mornings have been coming so quickly. I close my eyes, cheek on pillow, and too soon I hear the sound of little feet running. The morning waiting outside my window, child climbing bed to see if my eyes are open. The time here goes by too quickly. <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James+4:14&version=NASB">A mist a vapor</a>. </div><br />
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15 minutes at a time. I am going to start there to rise earlier and seek my Lord. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"I rise before dawn and cry for help; I wait for Your words." </span>Psalm 119:147<br />
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We sit and breathe in the rich outside air. We enjoy being outside for those brief and precious moments.<br />
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I remember a story from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corrie_ten_Boom">Corrie Ten Boom</a>, her sister telling her to thank God for the fleas. Which book was it in? Was it in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hiding-Place-Hendrickson-Classic-Biographies/dp/1598563394/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1314394641&sr=8-2">The Hiding Place</a>? He works in mysterious ways. I praise Him that all things are in His mighty hands. <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For a great length of time I have been quiet here. Every now and then a word, a picture, a bit of news. The still. I have been praying. Still praying. There are some new directions for me, something I have been waiting on for a time. I hope to reveal more soon, but for now please enjoy the above art, an old work revisited.</span>SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505811855968963592.post-72078704815634325852011-07-01T12:08:00.000-07:002011-07-01T12:08:22.626-07:00Lately...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></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;">Lately... I have been exploring creeks</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">... watching imaginary sharks swim by</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">... cleaning the dishes and wiping up crumbs under the table</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">... feeling sweet curls tickle my nose while my youngest needs a hug</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">... rubbing a horses nose</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">... trying to exercise for, at the least, a few moments</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">... listening to the quiet of sleeping children</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">... reading <a href="http://www.wholeheart.org/store-2/#ecwid:category=1117039&mode=product&product=4605086">Educating the Whole Hearted Child</a> and loving every minute of it</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">... finishing Esther </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">... amazed at how my Holy Father blesses me</div>SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505811855968963592.post-84331548217131011932011-06-16T15:09:00.000-07:002011-07-16T14:23:27.410-07:00In Illustration<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8w0YQ26p0lwoM0WVluEi3Okm2U5IJpHeQtX5IraD3mnHStWZCnQ92vrD23nET-kDlYfU9V0MXqF_59vlbBW2MtTxUgnAb0JaXe7Q9PwHaWF-c3aYUmZsNLbZ7RjyKUgtuIutd-a2sIth/s1600/SlingBoy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8w0YQ26p0lwoM0WVluEi3Okm2U5IJpHeQtX5IraD3mnHStWZCnQ92vrD23nET-kDlYfU9V0MXqF_59vlbBW2MtTxUgnAb0JaXe7Q9PwHaWF-c3aYUmZsNLbZ7RjyKUgtuIutd-a2sIth/s640/SlingBoy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've had this image sketched away, tucked tight, and I have finally surfaced it. My son, Brave Boy, thought this was him...he has a love of slings.</span>SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505811855968963592.post-24703991111518593102011-04-05T14:29:00.000-07:002011-04-05T14:29:33.262-07:00Sing in Progress<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMyz_mgIl1aszGKwaoKSkYiljl7CBxy1FqH_ny-WmnXMwDm0RZPXepcE6vZs6FVex5-76zqLnGh7x-zQ6jE_vo0hSNhOqF-_ESxcKT8TX8J7OE_7gNfAG8PHt8SVnI3zYp8RN5PEHC0L9/s1600/IMG_4600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMyz_mgIl1aszGKwaoKSkYiljl7CBxy1FqH_ny-WmnXMwDm0RZPXepcE6vZs6FVex5-76zqLnGh7x-zQ6jE_vo0hSNhOqF-_ESxcKT8TX8J7OE_7gNfAG8PHt8SVnI3zYp8RN5PEHC0L9/s400/IMG_4600.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Getting closer to completing Sing Me a Song.SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505811855968963592.post-20714529598945719582011-03-28T14:37:00.000-07:002011-03-28T14:37:02.907-07:00Sing Me a Song<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtx-QD6Im3sDuNtjIVfGkW-WCKUez5_E6gu43lbMawaNax_-u1WpGAj_Jm885HIm4OpvAqtKkuEOncd55ve7VPZG0eQKiAANT6KTgKSR9LL37vFcU56L-ZpctKlZ1LE6axlADLxH6zbPUD/s1600/IMG_4536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtx-QD6Im3sDuNtjIVfGkW-WCKUez5_E6gu43lbMawaNax_-u1WpGAj_Jm885HIm4OpvAqtKkuEOncd55ve7VPZG0eQKiAANT6KTgKSR9LL37vFcU56L-ZpctKlZ1LE6axlADLxH6zbPUD/s320/IMG_4536.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Here is Sing Me a Song in progress. I have been using more and more yellow in my work. The blue and bare trees seem cold in contrast to the warmth of the yellow sky and birds. Barren versus life.SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505811855968963592.post-53869416554762038722011-03-25T14:23:00.000-07:002011-03-29T18:48:31.305-07:00Whistle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Painting should be up in my shop soon. </div>SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505811855968963592.post-75785370047952056962011-02-19T14:38:00.000-08:002011-03-29T18:46:49.086-07:00Almost<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Acrylic on Canvas</td></tr>
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Almost done, almost ready. Swimming in yellow.SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505811855968963592.post-13021836084017599282011-01-19T14:00:00.000-08:002011-01-19T14:00:20.555-08:00January Yellow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLOv_O9tOP__g2uQAu3ItzV-qSbxsE4_BA1wzE5t6SSlWStU97zmFlhU6vFfltOx3jcXd15KSGNN1ljUje-AgDiLuEug94d8yU9favn7JbXDh-oBfnjuRsCzGs9t_g3IlMha2cmDbF6RW/s1600/IMG_4372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLOv_O9tOP__g2uQAu3ItzV-qSbxsE4_BA1wzE5t6SSlWStU97zmFlhU6vFfltOx3jcXd15KSGNN1ljUje-AgDiLuEug94d8yU9favn7JbXDh-oBfnjuRsCzGs9t_g3IlMha2cmDbF6RW/s400/IMG_4372.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br />
Fish in yellow have been swimming around inside my head for quite sometime now. I am excited to be working on this piece.SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505811855968963592.post-24356062128000324922010-12-30T12:45:00.000-08:002010-12-30T12:47:36.091-08:00sketching it in<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzEH1CzcxCRgYSukke-8Q24S2jODqti7KCr1jy-h1c5UEE9EIYMgWVBgwYq4aAllsuzoiyONTlGv5z5GfjGcAhKBYLK6iCw4QfM_jQZ-V8J6jDRdj8axf4SvJ261c_3MNB88_fSgcfZgmp/s1600/IMG_4363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzEH1CzcxCRgYSukke-8Q24S2jODqti7KCr1jy-h1c5UEE9EIYMgWVBgwYq4aAllsuzoiyONTlGv5z5GfjGcAhKBYLK6iCw4QfM_jQZ-V8J6jDRdj8axf4SvJ261c_3MNB88_fSgcfZgmp/s320/IMG_4363.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
This is it. The final days, moments, and hours of 2010 are upon us. A little dramatic, but when it comes to lasts I usually am. If you are also a mother and fond of lasts then <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Let-Me-Hold-You-Longer/dp/1414300557/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1293741545&sr=1-1">Let Me Hold You Longer </a> is a book I recommend. <br />
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We have ended our year with full plates, surgeries, illness, busy schedules... but also with lots of praise, prayers, encouragement, and worship. I have also had time to reflect on my artwork and consider the possibilities I have for this season of my life. I prayerfully will be bringing some new work into <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/alittlemoorestudio">my shop</a> such as stationary and prints.<br />
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Have a beautiful end of 2010!SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505811855968963592.post-4241606461321394072010-11-11T12:18:00.000-08:002010-11-11T12:18:36.740-08:00Marching In Marching on<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQK5lJymxgGN1B5XzGzQY5AO55hYmACf4B9ZGjPQvZD8IjTrO0KiHDifCctJUSZwDF24ABHpypdav53JjpYPb-wIIKQfo0o_uBV2isCkofwNDisyTpIMwIVcw-Oa7NJafXa5XlmKc_z-g/s1600/IMG_4208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQK5lJymxgGN1B5XzGzQY5AO55hYmACf4B9ZGjPQvZD8IjTrO0KiHDifCctJUSZwDF24ABHpypdav53JjpYPb-wIIKQfo0o_uBV2isCkofwNDisyTpIMwIVcw-Oa7NJafXa5XlmKc_z-g/s320/IMG_4208.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
It has been too long, I know. The sun has risen... and set how many times since I was here? Ocean waves of time rolling in, rolling by. Falls, kisses, goodnight tucks, story times...family laughter, family tears. <br />
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All those precious moments quickly passing by. The word of God tells me that I am nothing but a vapor, a mist....my time here so fleeting. He blesses me so greatly...all these moments, gifts undeserved. My hands mingle with my husband and I know he was planned for me from the beginning. This, everything all wrapped up inside my Fathers hands. His great hands who hold me and guide me. <br />
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His hands hold my son, precious full of light eyes, precious full of giggles eyes, who it seems will have surgery, eyes. His dear eyes that I saw coming out of the shower when he was days old and I felt I had known him all my life. Just beginning to see eyes, captivating me, holding me for the rest of my lifetime. <br />
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I feel week thinking about those eyes in surgery. My God is so good to me...His promises are here. I cry out to my God who holds me. My name on His mighty palms. <br />
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My son resting in his hands that heal eyes. SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505811855968963592.post-81273907537084566982010-10-18T13:09:00.000-07:002010-10-18T13:09:57.691-07:00Blue Run Down<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2bke2DmdkhsbaYRVrm1ECJJSAFSd15wDrred0KLqjLkz9ZdcA9f7Xlvod9oAy0XXLIKm5l5kPNZrnezrln-_l-dTkHKnwQnD2NYi75tKm9fOhnar1BXcsI3M9EXmdYKvSYqPYRS3CZcl/s1600/IMG_4206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2bke2DmdkhsbaYRVrm1ECJJSAFSd15wDrred0KLqjLkz9ZdcA9f7Xlvod9oAy0XXLIKm5l5kPNZrnezrln-_l-dTkHKnwQnD2NYi75tKm9fOhnar1BXcsI3M9EXmdYKvSYqPYRS3CZcl/s320/IMG_4206.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The hairs gliding over the canvas feels good. Texture in my hands, starting fresh, starting new. Some I know what they will be, others are still unknown to me. I don't know when it will all get done. I once had all the time I could ever ask for, but it felt so empty in my hands. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Stirring in the bedroom lets me know little ones will be up soon. This too short time, so filled now. I clean my brushes in the sink, watch the blue run down. </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;">I have to place His Word before me. If I don't the laundry piles up and pushes in. The dishes overflowing, pour out a river running wild. To stop. To say Stop. Be still. Eyes to see and ears to hear.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It is what I want. The eyes to see and ears to hear what He is telling me. </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;">Sometimes it is hard to let it go. Let the chaos out of grasp so that I can hold on to His word. Too often I struggle with the balance. But how faithful He is. His Word, there to fill me up. To remind me of why I am really here. Of who I really am. </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;">To be an Isaiah. To hear His calling and obey. To know His glory, to know my state. </div>SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505811855968963592.post-52295005249864005062010-09-28T06:16:00.000-07:002010-09-28T06:16:23.498-07:00Sun Yawn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCxrQc8D8djYTcsj33B7BFJ6uVqPbBiVUXqUvyspJKwX4Dv_nXlg3RfHEJ4ZSEa_3T5hMk2x5sHDz5f0-nwbO39q44xPrVD36e3wgckbonPbXCwe0tYjZ7R5H0bJmx2EAphHRPvxm07ixc/s1600/IMG_4036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCxrQc8D8djYTcsj33B7BFJ6uVqPbBiVUXqUvyspJKwX4Dv_nXlg3RfHEJ4ZSEa_3T5hMk2x5sHDz5f0-nwbO39q44xPrVD36e3wgckbonPbXCwe0tYjZ7R5H0bJmx2EAphHRPvxm07ixc/s320/IMG_4036.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In the last stretch of the day. The water before us. Three generations of boys to catch fish. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Enjoying the last yawning blooms. The short season of fall produces one more burst, before winter comes. Am I ready to see the flowers fade, the green slip away in coming months? The stillness of winter. The wind of winter? </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">"Summer and Winter<br />
Springtime and Harvest...<br />
Join in all nature in manifold witness<br />
To thy great faithfulness<br />
Mercy and love"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">For now the line stretches out on the water. The sun glowing on our arms and clothes. Warmth wrapped around us, dragonflies buzzing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thy great faithfulness that will lead us through another season. Another stretch. "...Strength for today and a bright Hope for tomorrow."</div>SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505811855968963592.post-56651830965160487452010-09-23T13:55:00.000-07:002010-09-23T13:55:17.650-07:00At my Door<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX9WWroIIoYDhyphenhyphenTdEM1N2GmdPOKHt1OU8Lk4smUtIC8MyOvt4svVWV4qsKw-LcGXwxLX8FBdvTry8NMl1MlpMkXOTITkBIzTvN5WdQzQZXyu-0HzEx2qtUr8PIdSUotBBkD1IucMHWSq5B/s1600/IMG_3999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX9WWroIIoYDhyphenhyphenTdEM1N2GmdPOKHt1OU8Lk4smUtIC8MyOvt4svVWV4qsKw-LcGXwxLX8FBdvTry8NMl1MlpMkXOTITkBIzTvN5WdQzQZXyu-0HzEx2qtUr8PIdSUotBBkD1IucMHWSq5B/s320/IMG_3999.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Fall has come to our doors. Just as His word says that every season will come.<br />
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I painted these pumpkins about a year ago and felt it was time to share them. They will be up in my <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/alittlemoorestudio">Etsy shop</a> if you are interested in having one. <br />
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There is relief in knowing that the burning days of summer have reached an end. The wind is refreshing as it blows across my face. I watch the hair of my children rise as they face the gusts. Another season coming and another goodbye.SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505811855968963592.post-61881637562610606502010-09-16T12:06:00.001-07:002010-09-16T12:19:33.127-07:00Wall<div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrUQKdPgcGOyT0FPOodB51ZFiYCA5XHMpaG5NZvsH8-0gCYvDzN4PlMVVRPQQgqLqK5QT2o1nfNRDd0l6YqDLupt47hmWCwjc47s0y3PP4B1Lm0Rg20HpV5DJ4QjYWCaU9RWsF-Bov57/s400/IMG_1849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517590810680713250" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia97q_a887vszXcNU7zldGsvQE3IsDA7Wt1LT23NM3GLkkLK8YR_GeWho1ZTTK_Yf_Ua9LfkVCmJEGw2fbTPPfMYZt1Rd-mF_rEQaWBUhajHeTSWWRzNaaxD2oozLSxEqZ2zRFzshUY7jq/s1600/IMG_3746.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;">I have been standing here for too long. It seems <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">somedays</span> I am tearing the wall down. Then the motion changes and I discover I am building it all back up.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia97q_a887vszXcNU7zldGsvQE3IsDA7Wt1LT23NM3GLkkLK8YR_GeWho1ZTTK_Yf_Ua9LfkVCmJEGw2fbTPPfMYZt1Rd-mF_rEQaWBUhajHeTSWWRzNaaxD2oozLSxEqZ2zRFzshUY7jq/s1600/IMG_3746.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia97q_a887vszXcNU7zldGsvQE3IsDA7Wt1LT23NM3GLkkLK8YR_GeWho1ZTTK_Yf_Ua9LfkVCmJEGw2fbTPPfMYZt1Rd-mF_rEQaWBUhajHeTSWWRzNaaxD2oozLSxEqZ2zRFzshUY7jq/s400/IMG_3746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517590812083383282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">These walls around me. Keeping me from letting go. My hand grips tight around my dreams, my hopes. It is all just a mist...a vapor. " You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">James 4:14</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-7UQX6a9qx7skToGg7jGvblNr6rXlDQDmOudea5Z1Tu1XKxqAIWZeOfiRTFontMgtV_FzGIPPxvy0whmeTFME0jIRlVszmOPtY8GNGjTf-U0_m7XLxW1sDd90SsVaXVvWmzNK6o8V4N9u/s1600/IMG_1994.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-7UQX6a9qx7skToGg7jGvblNr6rXlDQDmOudea5Z1Tu1XKxqAIWZeOfiRTFontMgtV_FzGIPPxvy0whmeTFME0jIRlVszmOPtY8GNGjTf-U0_m7XLxW1sDd90SsVaXVvWmzNK6o8V4N9u/s400/IMG_1994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517590805883045202" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">These walls have to be taken down. My hand has to let go and trust. Trust. I hear his sweet words calling to me. Beckoning. Tear it down. Come close. </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To have patience and wait. To see what He has for me... to see how I can glorify Him. To tear down and sit at His feet. </div>SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505811855968963592.post-85953620987462790302010-09-08T13:35:00.000-07:002010-09-08T13:45:45.902-07:00Trying and Nearing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicuXtPr7cnJV05npjY5o7wn5eOaj4-uacDG9x5NuzDIFxkZqOOc736-Wqlfo0mDe9eGwr_NOU2WnohXYBFCJRiwN8hgLwTRXobLnLXLbB32zv47O4E26IuEtCQttW1TdyLSt52I_tnP3s/s1600/IMG_3867.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicuXtPr7cnJV05npjY5o7wn5eOaj4-uacDG9x5NuzDIFxkZqOOc736-Wqlfo0mDe9eGwr_NOU2WnohXYBFCJRiwN8hgLwTRXobLnLXLbB32zv47O4E26IuEtCQttW1TdyLSt52I_tnP3s/s400/IMG_3867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514644349374597938" border="0" /></a><br />I've been trying for several months now to get this close to being done. The image changed, the concept changed...laundry, spills, laughter, goodnight kisses in between. I'm near. Can I really taste the end? <a href="http://www.pcpcartsfestival.org/">The Festival </a>deadline is around the corner. <br /><br />Through it all have I stayed with my eyes on the cross? Did I turn to the left in frustration and the right in impatience? Oh but I have a merciful God whose grace abounds. <br /><br />"In the secret place of His tent He will hide me" Psalm 27:5... even still He loves me, He places me under His protective wing.SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13548316643906252178noreply@blogger.com0