Virtual Studio

Some of my (in)spired sisters and I have been talking and dreaming about our studios* (go here).  I have been meaning to open our virtual studio and then life got in the way.

So without further ado, here it is....

Here is our gate...

and our door...

Inside you will find love, support, laughter, joy, a place to be safely you, and the One who created the heavens and the earth.  You will also find this...

And this...

I am going to bring my favorite art supplies and my baby hedgehog.  

What are you bringing into the studio?

*a studio is any place you create art**

**art is what you create to make this world a better place.  Some of us cook, some write, some paint, some sew, some take pictures.  We are all artists, we just use different tools.

Holy Saturday

finds me in tears

as i struggle to find words.

i want to dirty my hands

that i may clean my heart.

Come Lord Jesus.

heading into Holy Week

Lord I pray that your strength carry me through this week

The mere physicality of the week is grueling

It is compounded by the unseen battle

Arm me with your truth

Guide me with your Spirit

Lead me with your Word

Hold me in your arms

Carry me through with your love

May my words belong to you

May my ear be open to your whisper

May my actions bring you glory

May my strength be yours

May my life be resurrected too

this weekend...

may you find your super power...

mine is being an (in)courager.

what is yours?

multitudes on monday ~ march eighteenth

these are my gifts,

not that i want,

those i already have

given by the Giver of all

216.  Mr. Turkey on the side of the road

217.  lunch with a sister to get caught up and hear how God is working in and through us

218.  pastoral visits filled with White Shoulders

219.  first digging of the new Spring

220.  the smell and feel of dirt

221.  da baby at the beach in her chair

222.  celebrations of a godly life

223.  days working in the yard

224.  weeds or a glimpse of spring

225.  sharing a steak sandwhich on the road

226.  trees beginning to bloom

227.  Ephesians 4.25 lived out

228.  words that “shout” to a sister

229.  a boy soaring like an eagle

230.  love in a proud mama’s eyes

231.  knowing Philippians 4.13 is true

232.  dinner fresh from the farm

233.  grieving together as the family of God

234.  a sister checking in because I have been too quiet

235.  the boy spending his day with his three girls

236.  praying for little ones at the altar

237.  exuberant youth in church

238.  realizing as full as this ama’s heart can get, there is still more love to give

239.  sharing the chocolate kind of kisses last thing at night

240.  resurrection breaking into Lent