Not an artist

I am not an artist but it was fun working on the tanks.  I used only what I had around my room of "Good Intentions".

This was once an old propane bottle that came with the house.  It had been used to start the fireplace in the bedroom.  The bottle was not refillable due to condition. 

Next came an old air tank for helium balloons.  Got it awhile back at a garage sale for 50¢.  Remember, art is not my forte so in case you can't tell, it is a pig.

This is an old air tank that no longer worked.   Tried to make it look like a sleeping cat.  My neighbor's cat will have to find another place to sleep.

A few old cracked ceramic pots and some paint and I now have a shallow birdbath for the songbirds. Originally, it wasn't leaning but a few squirrels decided to have fun on it. I tried to straighten the pots back up but was afraid they would break.

Mom even tried her hand at the birdbath.  It is good to use up all those partial cans of spray paint.

An old windmill I rescued from the trash.   The 2 broken blades gave it some character.  It was not easy painting the blades.

A neighbor gave us an old plastic toddler bed.  It once was white, but no more.  Should have taken the picture before the zinnas started dying.

Not only did my neighbor give us the bed but she also gave us a bunch of old brassy butterflies.  Of course, for those who know me. they did not stay brassy for long.  Thought they would give some charm to my room of Good Intentions.

Potluck Sunday at my house tomorrow so best get cleaning.

Remind Me Who I Am

Yesterday, Jake recommended I listen to Big Daddy Weave's "Redeemed" (see earlier post).  Today, it was Jason Gray's "Remind Me Who I Am."  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QSIVjjY8Ou8

JASON GRAY
"Remind Me Who I Am"

When I lose my way,
And I forget my name,
Remind me who I am.
In the mirror all I see,
Is who I don't wanna be,
Remind me who I am.
In the loneliest places,
When I can't remember what grace is.

Tell me once again who I am to You,
Who I am to You.
Tell me lest I forget who I am to You,
That I belong to You.
To You.

When my heart is like a stone,
And I'm running far from home,
Remind me who I am.
When I can't receive Your love,
Afraid I'll never be enough,
Remind me who I am.
If I'm Your beloved,
Can You help me believe it.

Tell me once again who I am to You,
Who I am to You, whoa.
Tell me lest I forget who I am to You.
That I belong to You.
To You.

I'm the one you love,
I'm the one you love,
That will be enough,
I'm the one you love.

Tell me once again who I am to You.
Who I am to You.
Tell me lest I forget who I am to You,
That I belong to You, oh.

Tell me once again who I am to You.
Who I am to You.
Tell me lest I forget who I am to You,
That I belong to You.
To You.

Redeemed

While I enjoy music, I seldom listen to it.  I have hearing loss and find it difficult to hear conversation, people on the phone etc if music is playing or a TV is on, etc.  That being said, it is understandable that I do not know the names of most artists. 

When the man who offices with us asked me if I had heard Big Daddy Weave's song, "Redeemed", I had to confess that I had never heard of the artist or the song.  He told me to go on YouTube and listen to him but be sure to watch the one with lyrics.  He started tearing up so I knew it had to be special.

I won't go into my past, but there are times I find myself shackled to it, through the relationships with various family members, including my son.  I need to remember, I have been set free.  I need to walk in that freedom.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFC76Z_2oC4

BIG DADDY WEAVE LYRICS

"Redeemed"

Seems like all I could see was the struggle
Haunted by ghosts that lived in my past
Bound up in shackles of all my failures
Wondering how long is this gonna last
Then You look at this prisoner and say to me "son
Stop fighting a fight it's already been won"

I am redeemed, You set me free
So I'll shake off these heavy chains
Wipe away every stain, now I'm not who I used to be
I am redeemed, I'm redeemed

All my life I have been called unworthy
Named by the voice of my shame and regret
But when I hear You whisper, "Child lift up your head"
I remember, oh God, You're not done with me yet

I am redeemed, You set me free
So I'll shake off these heavy chains
Wipe away every stain, now I'm not who I used to be

Because I don't have to be the old man inside of me
'Cause his day is long dead and gone
Because I've got a new name, a new life, I'm not the same
And a hope that will carry me home

I am redeemed, You set me free
So I'll shake off these heavy chains
Wipe away every stain, 'cause I'm not who I used to be

I am redeemed, You set me free
So I'll shake off these heavy chains
Wipe every stain, yeah, I'm not who I used to be
Oh, God, I'm not who I used to be
Jesus, I'm not who I used to be
'Cause I am redeemed
Thank God, redeemed

Fawns

So grateful weather conditions are allowing the fawns to live this year.  They were visiting down the road from me.

It is finished...

And now, on to the next puzzle.

It is well with my soul

I heard from Waylon not too long after my last post.  He called to say I would no longer be a part of his or Roo's life.  I was silly to think my heart could not shatter any more than it had at his missing status. At least I know he is OK and Waylon's ex, for now, will let me talk to Roo on the phone once a week.  Not sure how long that will last as the last couple of times, Roo did not want to talk to me and Kris will soon tire of me calling.

I was way beyond devastated and knew it was going to take a lot more than duct tape and baling wire to put my heart back together.  You see, I have been down this road when for 4 years, I did not know if Waylon was dead or alive.  Waylon had spiraled deep into the world of drugs.  I knew he was in Minnesota but that was about it. 

How do parents who have young children go missing survive????, especially when they don't have God in their lives.

Thank you God for my sisterchicks, who steady me so I do not fall, for my fellow bloggers who encourage me through their posts, for your Word that is a balm on my wounds, for Hope...

It Is Well With My Soul

When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Refrain:
It is well, (it is well),
With my soul, (with my soul)
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

Refrain:
It is well, (it is well),
With my soul, (with my soul)
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

Refrain:
It is well, (it is well),
With my soul, (with my soul)
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

Refrain:
It is well, (it is well),
With my soul, (with my soul)
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

But Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.

Refrain:
It is well, (it is well),
With my soul, (with my soul)
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

Refrain:
It is well, (it is well),
With my soul, (with my soul)
It is well, it is well, with my soul.


Horatio Spafford

Goshen?

In my last post I was shown that I need to be in the Land of Goshen. It is more important than ever before.  Waylon's ex called the police.  Waylon has not been at work nor has he been in contact with anyone. 

Kris contacted the AG office and was told I cannot have Devon, unsupervised or overnight, until they find Waylon.

Not sure my heart can break into many more pieces.

The Land of Goshen

I so love how God works!  Yesterday, two of my friends called to see if I had heard from Waylon (have not) and how my phone call went with my ex-daughter-in-law. FYI, I have no way to watch Devon (Roo) for the entire month of July due to work and not being able to afford daycare, so Kris has agreed to allow me to have Devon on weekends Friday night through Sunday night.  That is a definite God thing!  She will bring him and I have to take him back, which is a 4 hour round trip.  My Roo is so worth it.

Anyway,  yesterday I got an email devotional from Joseph Prince about being in the Land of Goshen, which is the place I need most to be while going through this unknowing with Waylon.

This morning, I reread it and realized (thank you Jesus) how my life scripture is a picture of me in the Land of Goshen.  The Lord your God is in your midst, a victorious warrior.  He will exult over you with joy, He will be quiet in his love, He will rejoice over you with singing.   ~Zephaniah 3:17~   Like a child, I see myself in my heavenly Father's lap, and while I lean on his chest and feel his heartbeat of love, I picture Him singing over me.   Not sure I ever want to hop down from my Land of Goshen!

Yes, I so love how God works; how He reveals himself in random ways!


----- Original Message -----
From: JosephPrince.com
To: Alisa
Sent: Sunday, July 01, 2012 3:01 AM
Subject: Meditate For Success: Genesis 45:10–11
 
Meditate On

You shall dwell in the land of Goshen, and you shall be near to me, you and your children, your children’s children, your flocks and your herds, and all that you have. There I will provide for you, lest you and your household, and all that you have, come to poverty…
Genesis 45:10–11
Draw Near To Jesus

In the Old Testament story of Joseph, after Joseph reveals his identity to his brothers, he tells them to return to their father, and to tell their father to come quickly to him. Joseph had prepared for his family to dwell in the land of Goshen, where they, with all their children and all they possessed, would be near to him.
The name “Goshen” means “drawing near.” My friend, the Lord wants you to be in “Goshen,” which is a place of nearness to Him. His heart of love is not satisfied with just removing your sins. No, He wants more. He wants you in His presence. He wants you in the place where He can lavish the bountiful love in His heart on you!

When you draw near to Jesus, look what happens. Joseph tells his brothers to also tell their father, “There I will provide for you, lest you and your household, and all that you have, come to poverty; for there are still five years of famine.” Beloved, when you draw near to your heavenly Joseph, He will provide for you and your little ones. In the midst of financial famine in the world, in the midst of rising fuel and food costs, do not despair. Draw near to Jesus, for there in “Goshen,” in that place of nearness, He will provide for you and your household!

Blessings,
Joseph Prince