Colorful Life · Inspirational Thoughts

Where is God?

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!

Artist: Alena Lazareva Book: Christmas Time
Book: Jade Summer Chibi Girls Grayscale

 

Book: Colouring Heaven Sarah Kay Collection

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…

Colorful Life · Inspirational Thoughts

The Secret to Living a Colorful Life

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!!

Artist: Alena Lazareva
Book: Magical Autumn

 

 

 

 

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Conform or Be Transformed?

Church sermon today was part 2 of Unshakeable, following the story of Daniel. The big question to ponder after is: Will I conform to the world, or let my mind be transformed by God?

I’d like to say when confronted with choices such as Daniel was, I would remain strong and true to Christian values and morals. But would I?

If I look at Lot’s wife, she became conformed to the world after her family left Abraham and settled in Sodom. What a strong difference between that culture and the way they had been following with Abraham in their travels.

Did she easily conform? Was it a culture shock? I wonder if she found it easier to follow the crowd than to stand alone amid such sin.

Those decisions are part of my everyday life here in America where the general public seems to be against everything the Bible says. The ten commandments are ignored. Murder has extended to  innocent unborn children. Marriage is not always between a man and a woman. Sleeping together outside of marriage is acceptable. Sigh. But we see this as commonplace in the television shows, movies and even advertisements that we and our children view daily. Murdering others in video games is a sport children participate in with parental approval.

Everyone is doing it. So does that make these things acceptable to God as well as the world? Or have we filtered God our of our daily living activities? Have we begun to succumb to the world and then attend church on Sunday and believe we are living as Christians?

When Lot was told to leave Sodom before the city was punished, he did so, but bargained with where he would live next. And Lot’s wife…she was still being pulled by the Sodom world, she could not help looking back. Was she longing to stay?

How about us? Do we feel so comfortable conforming to the world, that we don’t want to change? When did we stop thinking about eternity and exchange it for current pleasure?

These are the thoughts running through my mind today as I self-analyze my own life and actions. I know I want to be transformed. In order to do that, I cannot conform. What changes will I need to make? What about you?

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Another Long and Quiet Sunday and I Miss…

Sunday. Some Sundays tug at the deepest emptiness in my heart. Not every Sunday. But when those long and quiet Sundays drag on, I can feel the tears building behind my eyes. That’s the me I hide behind a smile when I am with others. I’ve perfected the smile as part of the widow’s mask.

It has been 7 years, 3 months and 15 days since my hubby’s soul went to heaven. Not a day, hour, or minute goes by that I don’t miss him. Most days I keep busy and bury the sad thoughts with happy activities. I am blessed to have family and good friends. Jesus is my daily companion. So, why this long and quiet Sunday?

Ah, those good old Sundays when hubby and I would have brunch after church and then head to a little fish joint to enjoy a senior dinner together where we met new friends and often reunited with old ones. Life was fuller then. We had each other for company. We shared hugs. We kissed. We loved. And then he was gone.

The reality of living alone settled on me and oh, how I struggled to find a new normal. I’m not sure I’ve found it yet. What my days consist of are hours of keeping hands and mind busy so the absence of voices isn’t the loudest thing in my home.

Perhaps the blessing is that I’ve always been a bit of an introvert. Never enjoyed the party scene or being in a crowd of acquaintances and strangers. I much prefer a smaller, intimate group of friends. With the pandemic, it has been a plus that I’m used to living alone. But, those long, quiet Sundays emphasize I’m alone with my thoughts.

I miss my family. The impromptu drop-ins, the conversations, the smiles, the hugs, the love. Have you ever felt alone in the midst of family? Have you ever hurried to pick up your mobile phone when you hear a text come through hoping it is a contact from a family member? Have you ever tried to explain you don’t mind living alone, but miss the company of others? Sigh.

But God…

When I’m feeling Satan tap on the lonely part of my heart, I can find comfort from God. I pick up my Bible and read. I pray. I shed tears.

And I blog . . . because it is a long, quiet Sunday and I miss . . . voices.