Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Love's Definition

This song has rocked me since the first time I heard it, but especially lately.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

greens and blues

The calendar said it was summer, and I believed it.

So I drove until I found a nice, wide stretch of grass.

I found the perfect spot.

Under a tree.

And as I laid there curled up under the canopy I realized: I find Jesus the most in my failures, mess-ups and weaknesses. When I recognize my sin, I recognize Him even more.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

John Charles

I can't remember the last time I called my dad to chat, but I did tonight. He'd been on my mind all day.

It was a sweet, sweet talk. He's so much softer then he ever was when I was a kid. I guess time and pain and weakness change your perspective on life.

I found out that he hiked Mt. Olympus in his younger years (in the Olympics). He could talk about his hiking adventures all night, and I'd do anything to hear his voice so I asked as many dumb questions I could think of to keep him going. The hike to the base of Blue Glacier took 4 days down the Ho River, through fields of wildflowers and rainforests, until they got to where they camped on top of the glacier. He said he could hear the glacier creaking and cracking while they slept. Then they summited. No big deal.

Apparently he's also a fan of horse races. News to me.

And he told me he thinks I'm so smart, and he wished he told me that a long time ago. Oh, dad...

At one point, he told me he used to be a runner. I never knew that! I said "Dad, I'm half you. I love hiking and being outside and playing sports and running because of you. Mom never liked that kind of thing." I think it made him happy to hear that. I love that I'm my dad's daughter.

Here he is, helping me waddle along. Doesn't he have great hair and great forearms?

He's still in pretty good shape. He rode his bike 20 miles just yesterday. I think it's cute to picture him peddling along, because he never rode a bike when I was growing up.

I found some photos from the day he & my mom married. He's so handsome to me. And my mom has awesome legs!! (Side note: she made her own wedding dress. Go mama.)

People were always naturally drawn to him.

Just look at him.... I would've fell for him too. Again, go mom. She knew what was up. She is PUMPED - look at her face!

Some things I got from my dad: my smile, my prankster ways, my ability to put people at ease, my love for nature, my impatience, my desire to be loved, my simple-mindedness and my love for beer.

Happy Fathers Day, Daddio. You are so loved, by your daughter, who is half you.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Francoise Nielly

The man is amazing.

I want to understand the shadows and terrain of the face like he does.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

What once was lost... is found.

Kill the fatted calf!! I found my ring!

Seriously - this is a big deal. My little sis the silversmith made me this silver ring and set it with a citrine gemstone. (Say that sentence 10 times really fast.) Lately, if I think about how I misplaced it, I'd get this little stab of sadness, picturing it in some field or parking lot or on some strange girls hand.

I was doing a deep-clean of my room tonight, organizing important papers, putting my paintings in a safe place, and assorting my lip gloss by color...when I found it. What a relief. It's a ring I hope to have forever.

Ignore my alien hand.

Secrets are My Fave

Someone out there is a real sweet person. I got back from lunch today and found these two peonies on my desk. They're huge, and they smell so lovely! No one seems to know where they came from. And honestly, I don't want to know. I like wondering. And I like knowing that someone else out there has a secret to keep...that they gave flowers to a girl today, and she doesn't know where they came from.

Which reminds me of an encouraging word my friend James gave me last summer:

"You are the fragrance of God. You permeate darkness and penetrate the unmoving. With gentleness like a wind, a breeze, you fell great borders and stone gates. You are His scent. You smell like Him. You awaken the vivid memories that turn hearts, bring tears and take us back to the moment of first love."

Monday, June 13, 2011

Friday, June 10, 2011

Tuesday, June 07, 2011

peonies on my desk

I wish they never died and fell to pieces.

Monday, June 06, 2011

Fierce was the Wild Billow

Fierce was the billow wild, dark was the night;
oars labored heavily, foam glimmered white.
Trembled the mariners, peril was nigh;
then said the God of God, "Peace: it is I."

Ridge of the mountain wave, lower thy crest;
wail of the tempest wind, be thou at rest.
Sorrow can never be, darkness must fly,
where saith the Light of light, "Peace: it is I."

Jesus, Deliverer, come thou to me;
soothe thou my voyaging over life's sea;
thou, when the storm of death roars sweeping by,
whisper, O Truth of truth, "Peace: it is I."

Best Camera Challenge Results

Last January I entered a photo contest with some of my iphone favsies. You can see my entries here. If you have some time to check out others entries, do it - you won't be disappointed.

The winners were just announced, and sadly I wasn't one of them. Still, I was so inspired by everyone else.

Here is the winners gallery!

My particular favorites are Merit Award Winners Jayms Ramirez and Michael DeAngelis, and Places Winner Philip Drucker.

Congratulations everyone!

Chisel Me

Pastor Norm ended yesterdays talk with this video.
Ahh, I can so relate.