Let me start this blog with a picture that warms my heart. This little guy was born in September and I finally met him in person. He is such a sweet and happy baby! What surprised me was how much he weighed. He is such a tiny little guy, but when I picked him up I couldn’t believe how heavy he felt. Even more special, he gave big smiles when this old lady babbled at him. He even shared his own babbles with me. What a wonderful way to begin my Christmas week this Saturday evening. My six-year-old great granddaughter Rhyan was there as well. She ran up to me and hugged me and said, “G.G. you smell just like your house!” I immediately thought my house might have an unpleasant odor. Yikes. I said, “I don’t know if that is good or bad.” She replied, “It’s good! Smell!!” And I laughed. I’ll never forget that moment. Here are the beautiful gifts she made for me.
And this is a bonus gift from her (which she told me her grandma placed in the bag…tee hee). It is holding up two other pictures she colored for me. I guess she got her love of colors and coloring from me!
Earlier in the week, I received a surprise bouquet from my son and daughter-in-love who live in SC. Isn’t it beautiful!!
Lots of color and beauty blessed my life this week. I’m so filled with joy as I enter this week of Christmas celebration of the birth of our Savior, Jesus. He came to bring joy and hope to all people. Through Him, I know I have an even better permanent home waiting in Heaven.
And now it is time to share the pictures I’ve colored this week. This first one is a double page spread. I followed a tutorial on You Tube by Colorfully Optimistic
And that is all the color I have to share this week! My wish for all of you is a safe and joyful Christmas and may your heart be warmed by what truly matters in your life. Until next week….
There he sat, perched at the peak of my neighbor’s roof. My mouth opened in awe. A sight never seen before. I watched as he sat motionless on one leg. Like a statue. The grungy sky appeared to be pressing on him, yet as a breeze ruffled his feathers, he kept his balance. I couldn’t stop looking at him, nor did I want to, as a message became clear. A reminder to keep my balance no matter how dirty or grungy the world around me might be. A reminder that beyond the darkness lies hope eternal. Then, mission accomplished, he flew away. And I whispered, “Thank You, Lord.”
The past week held more worry and tears. I still miss my sweet Charlotte, and the thought that at any time, her siblings might also cross rainbow bridge, remains close in my thoughts. After all, they are now the equivalent of 88 human years. Older now than me. On Wednesday, my Templeton, didn’t quite complete a jump to the sofa beside me and it caused his hip to go out on him. I snatched him up, holding him close and telling him over and over that it was all right. That I had him. At 2:30 the next afternoon, I handed his carrier over to the vet tech. I sat in the car waiting to hear, dreading to hear, the results of x-rays. I prayed a lot. I cried a lot. God is good. Templeton is doing well on cosequin for felines and seems to be his old self again.
Still, my world’s colors have faded somewhat. No sunshine to lift my spirits. I cling tightly to knowing God loves me and this is only my temporary home. All I want for Christmas is for my family to be healthy and happy. Tangible things mean little. I would love to see healing and a cure across the world from COVID. I would love to see peace around the world. These are things I know God can fix, but in His big plan, only He knows why and what the outcome will be. We must endure the storm, and never lose sight of praising Him for the free gift of eternal life.
And so, as I end this weekly post, I leave you with my prayers, my love, and my wish for each of you to never, ever let go of hope.
Missed making my Monday post because I wanted to finish making my Christmas cards. Last year’s cards were fun to make, but this year I decided to tackle embossing. Being new at this, it was trial and error all the way. And the kitchen table, chairs and floor were so sparkly! It took a while to clean up when I finished. The cards took me two days to finish. I will NOT be making cards this way again. Instead I’ll stick to the 2019 method. LOL!
I did manage to color a few pictures since my last post. Mostly I’ve been working on coloring one advent picture a day. I’m using my glitter gel pens on these. They have been quick and easy to do. I did finish my color-a-long picture I do with two of my daughters, but can’t share until December 31st.
I’ve also been doing a little work on my diamond painting “Fireside Christmas.” I had wanted to finish and hang it for this Christmas, but that isn’t going to happen. It will be displayed for Christmas 2021, God willing. I love diamond painting, but haven’t been active with that craft lately. I have two completed pictures that need framing, but they are such odd sizes I haven’t found affordable frames yet. My youngest daughter got me started on diamond painting last Christmas, when she gifted me a kit. I’ve completed six paintings this year. They are all beautiful. I’m sharing a picture of the completed gift kit. Also sharing a pic of the one I’m working on now.
So as Christmas draws nearer, I cling to the hope that Jesus offers this weary world. I’m weary, as I know you are, of the state of the world due to the pandemic. Yet, there is always hope. I cling tightly to this hope and offer prayers almost continuously for all of God’s people. Christmas is still coming, and so is Jesus. We can hold tight to this truth and gain strength to face each new day. May your week be filled with God’s blessings, my friends.
This is so much more beautiful to see in person. I love how the sun makes it sparkle!
My world is slowly being colored white during the first snowfall of the season. It is the day I’ve been waiting for, this first whiteness to cover the dark colors of the dying season. Snow makes my heart smile. Perhaps it is the pristine color of unblemished white remind me of the purity of Jesus, my Savior. Though white isn’t really a color, it is something I can see with my eyes. I can almost taste it. It calms me. It recalls the beauty of hope.
My world was darkened by the recent passing of my 17-1/2 year companion, Charlotte. My heart was heavy with the loss of her sweet presence in my life. Her two brothers have also been struggling with missing her. Our circle is smaller.
This week has been one in which I didn’t do much coloring. Toward the end of the week, I managed to color. Also, I can share the pictures I colored for the color along with two of my daughters as it is the last day of the month. One version I colored with pencils, the other with markers. I’m also sharing a pic I colored the week before, but forgot to post last week from the Chibi Girls book.
My house is now decorated for Christmas and I’m settling in for a comfortable winter as the snow continues to accumulate. May your world be filled with beautiful colors…until next week…God bless you and yours.
Sometimes a colorful life can be dulled by a grieving heart. My life is the color of sadness right now. Today I’m facing the reality that my sweet little kitty, Charlotte, is nearing the end of her earthly life. She has been my friend for nearly 18 years, trusting me to care for her. As this time has been drawing near, I’ve done a lot of thinking and praying about how to approach her care during this time. With Covid-19, I cannot go into the veteranary’s office. They pick up your pet at your car and call to update you. The trauma of forcing Charlotte into a carrier and then the drive would be awful for her. She has never liked trips to the vet’s office. During the last 4 years, she has not gone for yearly visits. The vet said since she doesn’t go outdoors ever she no longer needs the booster shots. She has enough immunity built into her body. I just want to make Charlotte’s last days/hours comfortable and safe for her. Right now she has hidden behind a large chest of drawers in the bedroom, a place I cannot reach her, and a place she has never gone to before. She isn’t moving anything but her head and ears when I talk to her. For the past couple of weeks she has been avoiding food off and on, vomiting, and sleeping the rest of the time. Her back legs seem to be very tender making her gait unsteady. She isn’t using the litter box probably because she isn’t taking anything in. So, yes, my colorful life is a little dulled right now.
Sharing the colors I put to paper over the past week and wishing you all a blessed Thanksgiving.
I thought about laughter this morning when I stepped on the peddle to open the garbage can and tossed in an eggshell. Earlier I’d put in an empty paper towel holder, standing it on end. The eggshell landed right on top! It was spontaneous, a little gift from God, a burst of laughter.
As I thought about the gift of laughter, I could think of several ways laughter resides in my life.
Spontaneous – Something unexpected that calls forth a quick burst, as it did this morning. I experience this throughout my day, even though no one hears but me and my cats.
Deep, Belly Laughs – These occur usually when I’m with family and friends. Reliving memories, experiencing humor through like minds, the antics of children and pets. Whenever this kind of laughter is experienced, it creates a memory that is funny whenever it is recalled.
Giggles – My husband was the king of giggles. If something struck him funny, he would begin to giggle and soon everyone around him would join in, the continuity continuing until everyone was crying with mirth. Oh, so many memories of these moments that make me smile today and ease the empty loss of his presence.
Happiness – These times of joy bursting from deep inside and erupting into tears. Happy tears leaking from an joyful heart.
I’m sure there are many more, but these are the ones that come to mind in this moment of writing. What color is laughter? It’s the color of joy, and for each person I believe this color is different. To me, laughter is many colored, like an explosion of colorful confetti with lots of sparkle! All the beautiful colors of God’s creation.
Living without seeing colors must be a lonely place to live. I am thankful for the colors God created in this world.
My coloring this week includes two pictures I can’t share until the last day of the month. Two of my daughters join me in coloring the same picture which we share then. I have two because I did one in markers and one in pencils. I also colored some quick pictures in a book called Rose Windows by Creative Haven. When colored they resemble stained glass windows. I’m sharing a work in progress in a book I’ve had since July of 2018. It’s “The Baker’s Dozen” coloring book. The artist is Wendy Edelson and the story is by Aaron Shepard. My hope is to have the book completed by the end of 2021, if God is willing. Until next time, may God bless you with laughter and many colors!
The trees in my view are glowing this morning! A vivid reddish orange against a blue sky with green, green grass below. I smile as I welcome the day and the gift God has given me. I see Him in the beautiful colors outside my office window. I soak in the warmth of the colors His hands have created.
Some might ask where God is in this chaotic world. I don’t question. I see Him wherever I look. In the beauty of colors of autumn, the beauty in colors of skin, the beauty in the smiles and laughter of children, in the smile of the couple (the husband pushing his wife in a wheelchair) as I assist them into the elevator, the light-hearted conversation we share on the two floor ride upward. I see God in the birth of new babies, and in the deaths of those who are suffering when God calls them to heaven. God is beside me, inside me, behind me, in front of me. He is with me.
And so I bask in the beauty of God’s gifts this morning. I am warmed. I am blessed.
It has been a rather busy week, but one that included a nice lunch with good conversation and laughter with two of my favorite friends. I have to explain that my eyes are ultra sensitive to light, so in bright sunshine, I cannot see or even open my eyes. Thus the completely ridiculous expression on my face! LOL!
And now here are the colors I used to create picures this week!
And now I lift my cup of tea with a smile and wish you all a beautiful day and a beautiful week. Please remember to be kind to yourself and to others. God bless! Until next time…
Missed my weekend post because I got all caught up in celebrating my birthday! Another one bites the dust! I marked the number 77 off the books now and am officially in my 78th year. There was a time when my age bothered me and I worried about getting “old.” Now I realize even though the body slows down, God gave me a mind for eternity. I don’t worry about age. It’s just a number.
Three of my daughters took me to our favorite Mexican restaurant for lunch on Saturday. Haven’t laughed so hard in a long time! When we get together we always have a fun time. So happy our waiter added to the joviality. Phone calls from loved ones, cards, gifts….a lovely day of celebration.
One of my gifts was the book “One Thousand Gifts” by Ann Voskamp. I just finished reading chapter 2, and I highly recommend this book. I try to live my life giving thanks and seeing the positives instead of the negatives. In reading Chapter 2, I found clarification in how joy is found in thankfulness. Presenting our offering of thanksgiving to God is the key to joy and to our true salvation.
My daughter made me a journal to go along with this book, and I am looking forward to beginning a year of journaling on the joy I find in the gifts God provides every single day. On the back of every “tag” and insert in the journal is a space to write, and in addition there are 40 blank pages on which to write. I love the vintage look. Also sharing the one picture I colored from a book last week!
I’m learning that the secret for living a fulfilled and colorful life requires being thankful in all things. Never forget that Jesus broke bread and gave to each of the disciples, giving thanks just hours before he knew he was going to die a horrible death…for you and for me!
Until next time, remember to be kind, and find thankfulness in the gift of each new day! Happy November!!
Life goes on as autumn takes over preparing us for the colder months ahead. The colorful array of trees are shedding their leaves now, creating crispy blankets on the ground. All around me are the gorgeous colors of fall!
One thing I’ve become aware of is how the wearing of a mask will be helpful on a cold, bitter winter day! There is always something positive to find in the controversy and negatives bombarding our lives.
Good news for me. The cardiologist found mild plaque in my left arterial downward branch (LAD) but no blockage. Another change in medication will hopefully stop further buildup. Still one more test to go next week. I’m grateful to have a cardiologist who is thorough in his assessment.
My coloring this past week continues to be slower producing than usual, but the positive here is God has given me a life allowing me to have days without commitments. Not days of luxury, I don’t need that, but the ability to choose my daily actions. Retirement can be good, even when one doesn’t have a huge bank account. It’s called being content with what God provides. It’s finding joy in the little things, being joyful for others without jealousy. It requires prayer and being honest with God.
Okay, enough deep thinking. So what did I do besides cleaning my two closets last week? Here you go!
This week has been a busy one for me. On Tuesday, I decided to venture to the BMV to get my driver’s license renewed. With a tote on my arm holding all the documents I thought I needed for the enhanced license, I stepped into the parking lot filled with people standing socially distanced and holding clipboards. I wasn’t sure what to do at first, then I heard them call a number. Hmm. How in the world would I get a number?
I asked a man near me and he told me to go to the door and a woman would come out and instruct me. Okay, not so bad. I stood in front of the door until a woman opened it slightly and asked how she could help me. “I need a number to get my driver’s license renewed.” She ushered me inside to a table right next to the door. She looked through my documents and said, “I’m sorry. I can’t accept this.” What she held was my divorce decree. “This doesn’t have your maiden name on it. You will need to provide your marriage license.”
Let me say, my first husband was a man who took care of everything, not letting me handle any personal documents or bank account information. He took care of the license after we received it and drove me and my grandmother to another county to get married. I didn’t know why he was always so secretive, but I was young and naive. Making a long story short, I had no idea where we were married and how to get a copy of the marriage license. So I opted for a regular driver’s license.
Two hours later, I finally received my paper documentation and was able to come home. As a sidenote, I did see the county where we’d been married in the divorce papers and was able to contact the clerk’s office there. I can get a copy if I decide to go that way. However, since I do not plan to fly anywhere, I may not do it. I have until next year to decide.
That afternoon, I planned to go to my small group, and just minutes before I planned to leave, my heart monitor beeped at me saying it was critically low and needed to be charged. Sigh. So, I missed my small group.
Wednesday was a bit brighter. I met my close friend for lunch. We wanted to do Cracker Barrel, but seeing so many people sitting distanced outside waiting to be called, we turned and headed for our normal mexican restaurant across the street. Great conversations, lots of laughs, and back home. Wednesday afternoon and evening I was a little nervous because I had to wake on Thursday morning two hours earlier than normal in order to be at the hospital at 6:30 for a coronary CTA scan (computed tomography angiography).
Yay! I woke in time to take a shower, make my cats happy with fresh water and food, and get to the hospital. The most difficult part for me was walking from the back of the parking lot to the main entrance (a slight incline) because I am so used to walking fast. I struggled for breath and contemplated resting on one of the benches along the way. The test itself went smoothly. Not a good test for anyone who is claustrophobic. I just remained still, with my eyes closed, and breathed slowly like I was trying to go to sleep. About halfway through the scan, a nurse put a nitroglycerin tablet under my tongue to make the arteries appear larger. Near the end, they injected an idoine contrast dye intravenously. The hot sensation abated shortly after the test was finished. The rest of the day I spent at home trying to get warm.
Not sure why I have those episodes where my body is completely chilled, but when it happens all I can do is curl up on the sofa with a warm blanket and watch television! So I did. Ha! Good excuse to relax, right?
Friday I always Skype with my daughter in Wisconsin. The internet gremlins made that impossible, so we talked on the phone (speaker on) while we crafted for our 2 hour session.
Even with this not so perfect week, I didn’t get frazzled. After all, the little things don’t matter. What matters is God continues to look after me and I’m so blessed with family, friends, and a cozy home.
Here are the pictures I colored this week. Again, I used markers a lot. On the portrait picture with the wolf, I used colored pencils over a marker base. I really love the final result. So that is my update for the week on my colorful life. I hope you all have a good week ahead and stay safe and healthy! Love and hugs until next time!