bursting the seams

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I was chatting with Neil on the phone the other day and he shared some things God had been doing a way out in Saskatoon.... another friend in Germany also shared a sweet story.... and I'd seen God healing the heart of a friend here in Ladner.... What an Awesome God we have.... HE LIVES and is unchanging and reaches every end of the earth! Eph. 1:23.... He 'who fills all in all'. Sometimes I feel like I can't keep it inside anymore.

the bombarded brain

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At school the other day I just felt like my brain was under attack. So I started this doodle. It seems the school system tries to get rid of any values a student might have. We are constantly being injected with thoughts and ideas. If you enter university defenceless and alone… you don’t stand a chance under the shower of bullets. It’s as though your brain sits in the middle of a field, totally unprotected, in-between a crossfire of ideas. That brain is not coming out unaffected. I've just been thinking how important it is to constantly be refilling our minds with God's thoughts. That's mostly what the doodle is about. It was so encouraging to read: “Be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armour of God so that you can take your stand.” Eph. 6:10-11

wind

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This is a quick doodle, I was looking out of my window on a stormy day. I just love wind. It's so powerful but invisible.

mama

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Gentile and kind her caring eyes speak,

Loving each person she happens to meet.

She's faster to listen and slower to talk,

If you're feeling down go with her on a walk.

She's the motor that pushes our family of seven,

Although most of the time there are more like eleven.

The neighbourhood families come to her with their trouble,

She'll quietly listen and make meal portions double.

She never takes rests till the work has been done,

No question about it, she's a hard working mum.

To teach old dogs new tricks, isn't easy they say,

Well she proved that wrong, one wintry day.

At age 43, which isn't that old,

She learned how to ski, now isn't that bold.

If there was one thing about her I aspire to be,

I'd wish my mother's eyes get passed on to me.

discarded

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counted as worthless

we take what we want and throw away the rest

underneath

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Just thought I'd post one of my contour drawings.

Looking closely at the underside of this flower I saw such beauty. We tend to glance quickly at the surface... and rarely take the time to look at what's underneath.

doodle

This will be my scribble-doodle blog. Ever since I was about 10 I kept art journals, on and off. Now my poor journal shelf is straining under the weight…. so I think a blog might be my best bet. In my journaling I’d create a little doodle to express a thought that came to me. Writing and doodling, for me, is like time to meditate on a thought… time to think it over. My journaling is very sporadic… the doodles are usually done very quickly, while the thought is fresh. Life races on. I like to pause and doodle every now and then. It’s my slow down time. The rat-race of life doesn’t ever seem to stop. (Even if I keep thinking: ‘I just have to hop this next hurdle’) If we stay on the race track it won’t. I don’t want to run my race without noticing the scenery… I never regret those times when I’ve paused… stepped off the track… let it rush on by… to just enjoy that point in the journey. Well, hopefully I stay true to this word and actually pause now and then to post something. =)