Sweet Capture Photography

Embrace Life

2011-11-03T11:07:00.003-04:00

I needed an image for my most recent blog post, so I searched my archives for a cross. This was taken in February during my visit to NC on a photo safari with an online photographer friend. I edited it using some of Michelle Kane's HeARTy Actions and one of my own texture images.

Chicory Revisited

2011-10-31T11:02:00.000-04:00

While taking a walk with 'Sally' the other day, I took my camera along just in case. I took pictures of some dried flowers in the morning sun, and since I had already taken some of chicory days earlier and because the wind was blowing intermittently, I almost dismissed chicory as a subject. I'm so glad I didn't, because this is one of the best shots I've ever taken. Although it looks similar to an HDR, it isn't. The lighting, settings, and timing were just perfect despite the breeze. I love my son's 60mm macro!

Soft Batch Cookies

2011-10-28T14:57:00.002-04:00

My daughter made a batch of her own soft batch chocolate chip cookies... lightly crisp on the outside and soft and chewy on the inside. Yum!

Chicory

2011-10-26T10:15:00.001-04:00

“Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?” --James Montgomery

Oregano in Bloom

2011-08-03T22:35:00.002-04:00

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers... --Song of Solomon 5:13a

I Heart You

2011-06-29T21:11:00.004-04:00

My oldest son, Chris, came across this heart in a piece of lumber as he was working today. As I came out of my room after taking a nap, he said, "Mom, I have a present for you," and he proceeded to pull it out of his pocket.

Awww... wasn't it sweet of him to think of me? I heart you, too, Chris. :)

Wedding: Ethan & Laura

2011-06-24T22:16:00.007-04:00

I just did a wedding shoot for a young couple from church. They both went to school for dairy farming, so they wanted a simple, country wedding. A call was put out to the groom's small community, and many friends and neighbors contributed beautiful flowers from their own gardens for the wedding and reception. Everything looked wonderful and had the fresh, beautiful scent of nature's bloom!

The groom's mother prepared small bouquets to adorn the ends of the church pews.

The wedding rings were forged by the groom's aunt, herself a goldsmith; made from his father's broken wedding band.

A glass commemorating the occasion was given to each guest attending the reception; the antique, glass milk bottles once belonged to the groom's great-grandfather.

The church's neighbor was kind enough to allow us the use of his barn as a backdrop.

The groom's mother loves taking photos and had many wonderful suggestions regarding both location and pose; such as this field with mountains along the horizon as well as having the bride hold out her skirt. It made my job easier. :)

Happy All the Time?

2011-02-10T15:07:00.001-05:00

There's a children's church song that is high energy and fun to sing because of the hand motions and increasing speed, but it hit me one day that it can also be very confusing and deceiving. Why? Well, it goes like this:

I'm inright, outright, upright, downright happy all the time.
I'm inright, outright, upright, downright happy all the time.
Since Jesus Christ came in and cleansed my heart from sin,
I'm inright, outright, upright, downright happy all the time!

Are Christians happy all the time? We might pretend to be, but no, we're not. We have some of the same struggles as everyone else. I recently read an article by Russell Moore entitled Why Facebook (and Your Church) Might Be Making You Sad. One of the things he says is, "By not speaking, where the Bible speaks, to the full range of human emotion—including loneliness, guilt, desolation, anger, fear, desperation—we only leave our people there, wondering why they just can’t be “Christian” enough to smile through it all." Have you ever felt that way? I have.

I think there are at least two reasons we tend to put on a façade: 1) It makes us feel more religious/spiritual, and/or 2) We sincerely have a desire to glorify God and show that He is real and trustworthy. But can we truly reflect what's real, if we ourselves are not?

I confess I am really struggling with something right now... and I am very discouraged... but it doesn't make me any less a Christian, and it doesn't make God any less real, powerful, or trustworthy.

If you happen to think of it when you go before the throne of God, would you mind saying a little prayer for me, too? Thanks...

Beautiful Gift

2011-02-09T09:28:00.002-05:00

My daughter blessed me by taking the time to make origami lilies to decorate a birthday gift to me... a beautiful compact mirror. She's so creative and such a blessing! She even made an asparagus, tomato omelet for breakfast and cake balls for a treat. Tonight's dessert is going to be Curtis Stone's Cider Poached Pears with Yogurt and Toasted Almonds. Thank you, Tiffany!

Chris gave me a 7-port USB extension, which I needed, as well as some very cool magnetic 'push pins' for our refrigerator. They have earth magnets that can hold several sheets of paper! Not only that, but he also bought birthday candles that glow with color. Thank you, Chris!

And I've already received several birthday greetings from wonderful friends and family. Thank you so much!

What a nice way to begin a day. :)

Winter Fruit

2011-02-04T09:42:00.001-05:00

I was soooo excited to see a ripened cherry tomato in the middle of winter, from a tomato plant hanging under the skylight of our balcony! God is good!

I Don't Wanna Be An Egg

2011-01-25T22:26:00.002-05:00

My daughter made these cute little carrot cake cupcakes with maple frosting and white chocolate carrots for a ladies’ church fellowship a couple of weeks ago. They were a perfect part of the goodies, because our pastor’s wife gave a devotional using a carrot, an egg, and a tea bag as an object lesson on how to face adversity.

The original story by an unknown author uses a coffee bean in place of the tea bag, but the result is still the same. It goes like this:

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life, and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it, and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water. In the first pot, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs and the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what do you see?" "Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. She brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they got soft. She then asked her to take the egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, she asked her to smell and sip the coffee. The daughter smiled, as she smelled and tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What's the point, mother?"

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity- boiling water-but each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But, after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water they had changed the water. "Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When trials and adversity knock on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?"

Hmm... if I had to answer that question, I would ask, “Is it possible to be all three?” I mean, we all face some amount of adversity at one time or another. I know it may not seem like it at times, but I do, too, and I am now. And at times I find myself weak, limp, and feeling hopeless like the carrot. At other times I would like to think I’m like the tea bag or coffee bean and changing ‘the water’. And yet at other times I find myself feeling hardened and even somewhat bitter. Hebrews 12:14, 15 say, “ Follow peace with all men, and holiness, without which no man shall see the Lord: looking diligently lest any man fail of the grace of God; lest any root of bitterness springing up trouble you, and thereby many be defiled.” I don’t wanna be an egg...

You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet!

2011-01-23T19:23:00.001-05:00

"The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork." --Psalm 19:1

Have you ever noticed when you wear sunglasses you can sometimes see luminous colors in the clouds? While running errands a few days ago, I noticed the iridescent colors. I had my sunglasses on. If only I could capture what I was seeing! I then decided to do an experiment and put my sunglasses 'on' my camera's lens. The shots using the sunglasses were pinkish and somewhat blown-out and not what I expected, but I did take one shot without using the sunglasses. After all, it was an experiment, right? I was amazed at what the camera itself was able to capture and reveal beyond what the naked eye could see, even beyond what I was seeing through my sunglasses. Wow...

Y’know, life is kind of like that, too, isn’t it? I mean, depending on how we view things, our worldview or political persuasion for example, the ‘lens’ we use will determine what we see. A meteorologist might look at this picture and simply see what types of clouds they are and foretell the weather, while an artist or photographer might look at it and notice the composition, colors, and ‘movement’. A creationist might look at this picture and see the intelligence, creativity and handiwork of God, while an evolutionist might see only a natural phenomenon and perhaps even global warming. 1 Corinthians 2:14 says, “But the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned.” What do you see?

On the flip side, have you ever seen something that wasn’t there? Have you seen togetherness and perceived rejection? Have you ever seen laughter and thought people were laughing at you? Or how about conspiracy? What do you see? Which lens are you using? The lens of insecurity and self-focus or of wisdom, discernment, and love?

Then, there are those things that are beyond our scope of vision... invisible, unseen things. 1 Corinthians 2:9 says, "But as it is written, “Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him." Wow! Considering all the beautiful, amazing, magnificent things we have seen, whether through God’s creation or even through man’s imagination like in the movie Avatar, God is basically saying, “You ain’t seen nothing yet!”

Snow Dog

2011-01-12T20:48:00.002-05:00

We received a lot of snow today, and Sally was sooo cute romping through it. She loves it! She bounds and pounces as if she was a cat or a fox. Must be the beagle and sheltie in her, because I just can't picture a pug doing that. (^_~)

Everlasting...

2011-01-11T17:52:00.002-05:00

A bouquet of dried flowers carefully arranged by my sister-in-law with flowers from her wonderful gardens. Isn't it neat how God designed some things to retain their beauty long after their season has passed?

"Doriath" texture by Max F. Williams

Gracie: Almost 6 Months Old

2010-12-30T18:35:00.001-05:00

My granddaughter, Gracie, and her daddy visited today while her mommy worked out, and of course, I couldn't help but take her picture. Max said her mommy looks like this when she's tired.

Her pretty little outfit with matching headband was given to her by our mutual friend, Laura Burbank. Thank you, Laura.

Christmas Symbolism

2010-12-25T18:59:00.007-05:00

You know how some people try to find symbolism and meaning in everything? Well, while I may not do that exactly, I did wonder if the Christmas cactus actually had anything to do with Christmas and if it contained any symbolism in relation to Christ. I don't want to be one of those people who try really hard to make something fit when it doesn't, but then I realized that if Christ is, indeed, the Creator... and I believe He is... then it stands to reason that His creation will reveal things about and have a connection with Him, right?

A Christmas cactus is also known as a holiday cactus, because it generally blooms around Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter. It's scientific name is zygocactus, which is Greek meaning 'joined or yoked cactus', because of its segmented 'leaves'. Whenever I think of words having a Greek name or origin, I always think of My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Anyway, if you're familiar with the teachings of Jesus, you might have been reminded of His invitation found in Matthew 11:28-30:

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

Who couldn't use a little rest, huh?

A Christmas cactus is an epiphyte, another Greek word meaning 'upon plant', because if a segment is broken off, it can grow on another plant, but is not parasitic. Rather, it is a type of symbiotic relationship called commensalism in which one organism benefits while the other neither benefits, nor is harmed. Jesus invites us to abide in Him in a relationship that promises blessings.

While the Christmas cactus can be propagated through seeds, it is generally propagated using one or more of its segments. If you know anything about Christianity, you know that it is propagated by spreading the 'seed' of the Good News, also known as the Gospel, but it is most effectively propagated through personal contact and discipleship. It is only when we are willing to give of ourselves and love one another, as Christ commands, that others can know and come to understand the love of Christ.

So... how's that for symbolism? Do you think it's a stretch? Or could it be a small part of God's revelation to man through His creation?

The Gift

2010-12-11T18:06:00.001-05:00

I recently did a photo shoot for a brand new family for Christmas. Little Annabelle is a precious and long awaited gift. Thank you, Lord, for giving her life.

This was the last shot I took after the session was finished and I was ready to put my camera away. Annabelle looked so peaceful and adorable in her little baby hammock, I just had to get that last shot in.

The Storyteller

2010-12-06T10:00:00.002-05:00

I did a Christmas family photo shoot a couple of days ago. This is one of my fave shots from the session. I asked a question about their recent holiday trip, and their son was quick to give an account. Candids tend to be some of my favorite shots, because they show natural interaction and expression.

Thank you, Rahne, Kris, and family! You all are so much fun!

Gracie: 5 Months Old

2010-12-03T12:51:00.002-05:00

We had so much fun with Gracie a couple of nights ago. At first, Sally was checking her out, and Gracie kept trying to reach out and touch her, but Sally decided she wasn't interested.

Gracie wants to get moving so badly. She loves doing 'push-ups' and 'flying', and although she can inch herself backward and rotate, she still has not yet figured out how to crawl. She practiced so much that she became a tired Gracie. She's growing so fast...

Tea Tree Oil and Kitties Don't Mix

2010-11-20T01:27:00.002-05:00

This past Wednesday, we had a scare after I'd attempted to remove a tick from my daughter's kitty, Leslie, using tea tree oil. Little did I know that tea tree oil is extremely toxic to cats and can even lead to death. (Tea Tree Oil Toxicity) After examining the tick and bite, my daughter did some research online and gave Leslie some raw food mixed with charcoal. I posted a plea for prayer on Facebook, as well as asking for prayer during our evening Bible study/prayer meeting, and we just continued to watch her and keep her hydrated.

Later in the evening, she began to act just a bit differently... a little quiet, but she still seemed okay. My daughter took her up to bed as she usually does, and the next morning, I waited anxiously for them both to come downstairs. Not only did Leslie seem to be herself again, but she even invited my daughter to play a game of hide-n-seek! Yay! Thank you, Lord!

Texture by David Gunter

Gracie: Baby Dedication

2010-11-14T18:39:00.002-05:00

Today, Max and Emily presented Gracie, as well as themselves, to the Lord in a dedication ceremony.

Pastor took Gracie in his arms and explained that dedicating one's baby to the Lord does not secure eternal salvation and an entrance into heaven for her, but it is a public display of the parents' decision to raise her in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. (Ephesians 6:4) Gracie will one day have to seek the Lord herself and choose to trust Him as her Savior.

He also encouraged church members to support Max and Emily in their endeavor, and promised that as a church, he and the teachers would strive to teach her about God and His Word.

After saying a prayer and handing Gracie back over to her parents, Pastor presented Max and Emily with a little New Testament for Gracie. It warms my heart to see the love Max and Emily have for her and the Lord, and the dedication our pastor has to being a good under-shepherd.

Senior Portrait: Josh 2011

2010-11-12T22:05:00.004-05:00

Josh is a wonderful young man who loves basketball and food. He also loves the Lord and helps with a children's church ministry. He's kind of an extension of our family, too. Thank you, Josh, for allowing me to take your senior portrait. :)

Which one is your fave?

A Message of Love

2010-10-30T15:19:00.002-04:00

I took this shot of the morning sky almost two weeks ago because I thought the patterns and textures were so beautiful. It wasn't until I went to process the photo that I noticed the small heart of light. Isn't it cool when God sends us a message of love when we least expect it?

"But after that the kindness and love of God our Saviour toward man appeared..." --Titus 3:4

Fruits Game

2010-10-23T16:17:00.001-04:00

I am the 'game lady' for a children's Bible club, and I wanted to come up with a game that would teach the kids about the fruits of the Spirit vs. the works of the flesh. (Galatians 5:13-26) So, I drew pieces of fruit and labeled them. The kids had to sort them, considering which are good 'fruits' and which are bad... which ones are pleasing to God and which are not. I thought it might help them really consider the fruits of the Spirit and the works of the flesh more seriously if they had to actually read the words and consider which category each one belonged. It also gave us an opportunity to teach them what some of the words and characteristics mean. Maybe you can use this idea for your own children's ministry, and if you have any ideas of games you've played that teach, I hope you'll leave a comment and share your own tips. Thanks! :)

"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law." --Galatians 5:22, 23

Why Be Nice?

2010-10-20T21:12:00.004-04:00


“Love is always bestowed as a gift—freely, willingly, and without expectation. We don’t love to be loved; we love to love.” --Leo F. Buscaglia

Why be nice? Why do you do the things you do? This is something that has been on my mind for a while now, but a Facebook friend’s status caused me to revisit it.

How would you feel if you knew someone did nice things for you in order to get something back in return? I know we usually do things for people to make them happy, to meet a need, to let them know they are loved and valued, and when they’re happy, we’re happy. So, it’s true that we usually gain at least the benefit of happiness ourselves, even if being made happy is not our motivation. But what if you knew that the person’s primary reason for doing nice things for you was to make themselves likable and happy and even to get something in return? Would you feel loved... or would you feel used?

I think it’s somewhat natural for us to subconsciously hope for something in return, even if only for a response in kind expressing an acceptance of the thoughtfulness or friendship. But have you ever done something nice for someone in secret... anonymously, simply because you knew it was something they needed? Usually, in those instances, because the person doesn’t know who to thank, they end up thanking God, and He gets the glory. On the flip side, have you ever done things to make someone happy and then become hurt or even upset when they seemed to ignore you or take you for granted? I confess that I have felt that before... even recently. Why do we sometimes feel that way? The Bible reveals that we get upset when we don’t get what we want or expect. (James 4:1-3) Sometimes our expectations are realistic. The greater the level of intimacy or connection in a relationship, the greater and more realistic the expectation. Just be sure the feelings of connection and intimacy are mutual lest you become disappointed when your expectations are not met. Sometimes our responses reveal that our expectations and motivations are more self-focused. If we are truly doing something for someone else, then we should do so with an attitude of not expecting anything in return, else we are in essence doing it primarily for ourselves.

A good friend of mine has said that people, but especially children, want to know two basic things: 1) Who’s in charge? and 2) Am I loved? We all want to be loved and valued. John tells us that we love God, because He first loved us. (1 John 4:19) And Jesus said we are no different from others if we simply love those who love us. So instead, we should be like God, our Father, and love and bless even those who hate us... and use us. (Matthew 5:43-48) So, why be nice even if it seems to get you no where? Because it’s the right thing... the loving thing to do.

Chocolate

2010-10-18T07:51:00.005-04:00

Here, have some chocolate. Feel better now? --Anonymous

“Nobody knows the truffles I’ve seen!” --Anonymous

“Chocolate is nature’s way of making up for Mondays.” --Anonymous

“Look, there’s no metaphysics on earth like chocolates.” --Fernando Pessoa, Portugueses poet (1888-1935)

I had actually bought these chocolates last Monday when I took my daughter and niece for a girls' day out. We hit a few thrift stores, walked down Church Street in Burlington, had lunch at Sweetwaters and then bought some chocolate from Lake Champlain Chocolates for dessert. Yum!

Happy Monday! (^_~)

New Friends and New Places

2010-10-16T14:56:00.003-04:00

A couple of weeks ago, my daughter and I, along with her puppy, Sally, met Dash on our way to a doggie park as we walked through Burlington's Waterfront Park. Dash was so excited and wanted to play, but Sally was a bit nervous.

Can you see Dash's nose twitching? He had such a great personality!

Dash's owner is such a sweet lady. She was so patient, understanding and tender toward Sally, she seemed like a female version of Cesar Milan, the Dog Whisperer. Her other dog, Tyga, seemed to sense Sally's nervousness and being a lot bigger than she, he approached her gently and then romped off to explore and play by himself. Sally eventually warmed up and even began to timidly approach Tyga. It was a good socialization experience. Thank you, Sharon!

On the way to and around the doggie park via a dirt path, we came across old foundations or concrete walkways on which someone painted various patterns of line art.

As we continued on the path, it lead to the water's edge, and we noticed a small man-made peninsula and just had to explore it to the end. There was some sort of old metal frame at the end and in the water, but we couldn't get a sense of its purpose.

Earlier, off to the side of a more wooded area of the path, we had noticed a makeshift tent and campsite nestled in the trees and thick vines. And then further down the path and along the water's edge, we came across this bar of soap, as well as a pair of dingy white socks and bright pink undies hanging in a tree. Hmmm...

Although the fall foliage wasn't at its peak, there were pockets of pretty peakness.

Because medium to large sized dogs were inhabiting the doggie park, my daughter decided to go back another time, perhaps when Sally has had a bit more experience under more controlled circumstances. On the way back to the Waterfront Park and along the bike path, we passed by this fire hydrant, and I just couldn't resist getting a shot of Sally with it.

As we continued walking, I noticed this man sitting on one of the park benches. I have a Flickr friend, who has taken a 'bench series' of photos. While I try to be respectful of peoples' privacy, I admire my friend's boldness and photographic skill. All of a sudden, I heard a familiar voice call my name, and when I turned to see who it was, I was pleasantly surprised to see my friend, Cassie's smiling face. She was taking a break from work, so we walked and talked together the rest of the way along the waterfront. What a nice day making new friends, exploring new places, and unexpectantly meeting up with a close friend. :)

Gracie: 100 Days Old

2010-10-13T18:18:00.004-04:00

My family has a tradition of taking a baby's photo at 100 days old. Although I don't know what the significance is, I do know celebrating a baby's 100th day is an Asian tradition. My parents had my photo taken, and since it's really the only tradition to be passed on, I decided to continue it and was delighted when my son and daughter-in-law wanted to do so as well. So, my daughter and I teamed up and did a photo shoot with Gracie.

Gracie was asleep when we began the photo shoot.

I couldn't resist getting a closeup of her pretty little mouth.

When she awoke, she was ready to go! So we started with a pose to try and match her daddy's.

I thought it would be cool to get a shot of her daddy's and my baby portraits with her. Her daddy's portrait on the left was taken by Beltrami's, and my portrait on the right was taken somewhere in Okinawa.

At one point, Gracie rolled off the pillow from her tummy and onto her back. It seemed to pleasantly surprise her.

The pink scarf tied into a bow was my idea, but her daddy laughed, because it was so big. He said it looked like a turban. We all laughed until I was in tears. But don't you think she looks adorable?

Her mommy then dressed her in a pretty outfit handmade by Jean, a dear friend.

This is the setup. One studio light, natural light from a window, a mirror to the right (not shown) to bounce some of the light, and a softbox diffuser on my on-camera flash. Gracie's mommy helped direct Gracie's attention by shaking a soft flower rattle, while Gracie's daddy fixed a cup of coffee for her mommy. Working together... it's one of the things that helps keep family traditions alive.

If you like these, check out her sneak preview pic: Sneak Preview: 100 Days Old

Sneak Preview: 100 Days Old

2010-10-10T20:03:00.002-04:00

Our family has a tradition of taking a photo of a baby on the 100th day. Here is a sneak preview of my first grandchild, Gracie, at 100 days old in a pretty outfit made by Jean. :)

Full Moon

2010-09-23T21:47:00.004-04:00

There was a beautiful full moon tonight...

"When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?" --Psalm 8:3, 4

The Northeast Kingdom

2010-09-20T20:35:00.006-04:00

My daughter and I took a road trip this past weekend to explore the upper Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. While our primary objective was to visit the Abenaki Clan of the Hawk grounds, we were also hoping to catch sight of a moose or two, but the only wildlife we saw was a rafter of turkeys.

We took Sally along, which made the trip a bit more adventurous.

We stopped at this spring water access to refill a few water bottles. The water was cold and refreshing. Notice the date of 1892 on the side of the concrete reservoir. Vermont has several public water accesses along its back roads.

We passed by this quaint little country store and just had to turn around to check it out. Everything, from food items to a wide array of collectibles and antiques, was displayed in a folksy and artistic manner.

The Amish peaches smelled too wonderful to resist, and they were the best tasting we've ever had.

They also offered homemade cakes, pies, and cookies, as well as jams, pickles, and even free range eggs.

There was no cell phone signal, and we didn't bring a GPS, so I took a couple of wrong turns. But we might have otherwise missed the majestic view of Lake Willoughby had we been less adventurous.

After getting back on track and stopping by a large general store that was akin to a country Wal-Mart, we finally found our way to the Clan of the Hawk grounds where the Abenaki hold an annual pow wow.

No one was around, but the property is open to the public. We briefly stepped into the Welcome Center cabin, peeked into the locked Chief Looking Glass Museum, browsed the non-denominational chapel and bookstore, and walked across an open field to the stone labyrinth. The labyrinth is considered a sacred place of healing. There was also a small altar where people can place a small offering to the Creator. There were pouches, glass stones, bracelets, tokens, and a small wooden flute.

We noticed some small red pouches hanging in a tree nearby as well. The pouches are prayer bundles that people hang to leave their prayers in the sacred place.

There seems to be something about having a tangible place or person to go to in order to have our spiritual and physical needs met, or going through a ritual to make things more 'real'. We tend to be drawn to the mystical. It's one of the reasons some people have difficulty with Christianity. It's not mystical, and although some people call a church building 'the house of God', it in and of itself has no power to heal or transform, nor does it magnify any spiritual energies. And as much as we'd like to think we can and must do something, there is nothing we can do to earn our way to Heaven or appease an angry god. Jesus Christ offered Himself up as a sacrifice in our place to pay the penalty for our transgressions. He has done the work. All we must do is have faith and believe the things He has revealed. "For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast" (Ephesians 2:8, 9). I'm so glad He sits at the right hand of the Father making intercession for us.

Sweet Sushi

2010-09-17T08:26:00.002-04:00

My daughter's creative juices were flowing the other day when she thought of making a dessert that looks like sushi. She wondered if anyone else had ever done it, so she googled and found they had. Then she proceeded to make some herself. Aren't they cool? And very tasty, too!

Morning Thistle

2010-09-09T21:31:00.005-04:00

While out walking my daughter's puppy at dawn a couple of days ago, I noticed some thistles along the edge of an open lot. After making our way back home and grabbing my camera and tripod, I was able to get in a few shots and take advantage of the soft, early morning light before the sun peeked over the mountain tops.

This is a macro of a bull or common thistle, also known as Cirsium vulgare. I'm not sure, but I think the liquidy and crystallized droplets are either its nectar or pollen. Isn't it cool? I used my Canon EF 100mm macro lens. I love macro photography! It's like peeking into a whole new world within God's amazing creation!

I was inspired to add the colored panel and flower name by one of my fellow Flickrites, AlexEdg, who does gorgeous work.

Grape Jam

2010-09-08T20:56:00.002-04:00

The Lord has blessed us with a bountiful crop of grapes. This morning, my daughter and I harvested a small batch to try our hand at making grape jam for the first time.

Even though my daughter is allergic to grapes... even handling them is very irritating to her skin... she wore rubber gloves and picked some with me after she captured a few images with her camera.

This shot of the grapes in a basket is my fave! Isn't she a wonderful photographer?

I found a recipe for Concord Grape Jam on Epicurious.com. I didn't follow the recipe exactly, because I wanted to use my Vitamix to pulverize the whole grapes, seeds and all, to get the most out of them.

Boiling the grapes made the house smell soooo good!

It seems to have turned out well, and it sure tastes good on buttered toast. Yum! :)

As a Flower of the Field

2010-09-04T18:29:00.003-04:00

"As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth." --Psalm 103:15

Time passes by so quickly, doesn't it? I captured this image over a month ago while taking a walk up the street with my daughter and her puppy. Has it really been over a month?

There was another flower I had wanted to capture because of it's unique design and beauty, but alas, when I searched for it this morning, I was surprised to find it had already faded away. Summer is fading fast, too.

Have you found that when you reach a point in life, you begin to appreciate the many ‘little things’ about it, that time seems to go into ‘hyperdrive’ and events pass us by in a blur. But... there are still 24 hours in a day... there are still 365 days in a year. How does it seem to pass by so quickly and, if it does, where does it go?

Before we know it, snow will be floating down from the sky. How many times have you said or heard, "Wow, this year has gone by so fast"? Let's make the most of the rest of the year before it passes by quickly, too.

Rock Hopper and Beach Comber

2010-09-02T18:51:00.006-04:00

A few days ago, my daughter and I took her puppy, Sally, to a park, situated next to a brook, and yesterday we took a trip out to the ocean. We've been experiencing some record high temperatures for this time of year, and I didn't want to let this summer pass by without going to the beach.

Because Sally is still in training, she was kept on a retractable leash and had to be untangled a few times.

She liked wading in the shallow parts, but seemed a bit timid about venturing into the deeper, moving water. She loved hopping on the rocks. She was so cute and quite adventurous, sometimes making leaps two or three times her body length!

While exploring the brook further downstream, we discovered this beautiful wildflower. It is Gentiana Andrewsii, also known as "Andrew's Gentian" or "Closed Bottle Gentian" because it never actually opens.

The beach was very crowded yesterday. We were surprised considering most of the schools in our area have begun. But it was a gorgeous day to be on the beach nonetheless.

Doesn't this grouping of rocks standing firmly in the receding waves give you a sense of... strength and tranquility? Our Creator is the Master Artist!

Instead of making our way down to the rock jetty as we usually do, we went in the opposite direction until we came to a 'wall' of rocks and boulders... the perfect place for a 'treasure' hunt.

We found bits of pretty drift wood and a couple of shells, and I came across a tiny red crab. My daughter was actually a little grossed out when I touched it, because... well, it was no longer among the living.

We also came across a sunglasses graveyard or a kind of lost and found. One had a stem missing and another had a bit of dried seaweed hanging on. I found it curious that one of them had an elastic band still attached. Perhaps the high tide absconded with them and then stashed them among the rocks. Speaking of tide, it was coming in fast, so we didn't tarry too long lest we find ourselves in a predicament.

The waves were beautiful but very powerful. Red flags, caution signs, and constant blows on whistles signaled the danger of riptides.

Several people had to be rescued by lifeguards. The woman on the left was rescued after being caught in a riptide. Another group of teenagers was also rescued after daring to go a bit too far despite the shrill warnings.

The 'big guns' were finally called in. Waverunners don't get tired. Wouldn't it be cool to have his job?

Some people were smart enough to heed the warnings and stay closer to shore. You can't see it in the photo, but three or four other people weren't as fortunate to catch the wave like this guy.

Despite the fact that my daughter was developing a sore throat and earache 1-1/2 hours into the trip, which was halfway there, we still had a wonderful time feeling the sand between our toes, cooling off in the salty ocean waves, shopping on the boardwalk, and eating junk food. Isak Dinesen, a Danish author, once said, "The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea." I would agree... almost. My daughter is still not feeling well today, so could you offer up a little prayer for her? Thanks...

Senior Portrait: Alex 2010

2010-08-31T18:37:00.002-04:00

A few months ago while attending a friend's graduation, I ran into another friend whose son used to be my daughter's classmate in elementary school. We discussed doing a photo session for his senior pictures. I asked about his hobbies and interests, and we decided to use a sword in his photos. We did his photo session about two weeks ago just before the sun set. He was so easy to work with. Thank you, Alex!

Isn't the setting gorgeous? It's so difficult to choose a favorite. Which one do you like best?

Sneak Preview

2010-08-30T09:21:00.003-04:00

I haven't posted anything for a couple of weeks now, because I've been so busy with a wedding and several photo shoots. And there's more to come! I'm so grateful for the opportunities, the confidence others have shown in me, and for the Lord's provision. Thank you! So, here's a sneak preview. :)

What's On Your List?

2010-08-16T20:50:00.002-04:00

Have you ever talked about doing something either over the summer or within the next year, but realized you had allowed time to pass and wished you’d done it? My daughter and I have mentioned a few things to do over the summer: We went blueberry picking at a pick-your-own farm for the first time... check... and we went to a few yard sales this past Saturday even though I am nursing a bad summer cold... *sniff cough cough* Summer is quickly coming to an end, and since most yard sales are only on the weekends, I didn’t want to put it off any longer.

I thought the silver spoons, as well as the unique forks, would make a nice addition to our culinary supplies and photo props, since my daughter loves to cook and bake and practice food designing. Not bad for a dollar, huh? I also paid a dollar for the pretty dragonfly pin, and I couldn’t pass up the coffee mug. After all, not only was it free, but it has my new granddaughter’s name on it.

So, what else is on our list for this summer? We’d like to go kayaking, and I’d like to go to the ocean, walk on the beach, feel the sand between my toes, hear the waves crash and the seagulls call, and eat junk food from the boardwalk. What’s on your list?

Little Miss Gracie

2010-08-11T09:30:00.002-04:00

These were taken two weeks ago just a few days after my first session with Gracie. I had especially wanted to get a shot of her in one of my husband's wooden bowls. I found the flower headband at a local health food store that also houses a craft section. So pretty in pink, and don'tcha just love her smile?

A Lesson in Chinese

2010-08-06T10:50:00.005-04:00

James arrived Monday for a week long visit to spend time with his sweetie. We picked him up at the airport in Manchester, NH then looked for a place to eat.

James wanted Chinese, but the restaurant Tiffany had googled looked a bit 'sketchy', so James pulled out his iPhone to look for another and we ended up at the Beijing Tokyo Restaurant in Concord.

Tiffany ordered a Pad Thai dish, and James ordered Sweet and Sour Chicken. The food was not only beautifully presented, but it tasted scrumptious, too!

I ordered the Seaweed Salad for myself as well as a Pu Pu Platter to share. Our waitress was a very polite, attentive young woman who seemed somewhat unsure of her English. At one point when she brought something, I said, "Xie Xie," pronounced (sheh sheh) which means "Thank you" in Mandarin Chinese. Her face lit up! I'm glad she didn't try to speak to me in Chinese, because I know only a few words and phrases. Wanna know how to say the food is good? It's really easy to remember. My brother-in-law taught me. Just think of a hen house and say, "Hen hao" (hen how). See? Wasn't that easy? (^_~)

A Secret Place

2010-07-27T20:55:00.006-04:00

My daughter and I visited a little known gem of a place a few days ago; it was beautiful with its well-tended gardens, wildflowers, large pond, little marina, quaint lodge, old saw mill, small dam, and nature trail. We brought her puppy, Sally, along to further socialize and introduce her to different environments.

As we made our way to the nature trail by way of the dam, we noticed a few men fishing in rowboats. The only kind of fishing allowed is fly fishing, and the only boats are the rowboats available to rent. It keeps the waters healthy and pristine.

Before reaching the dam, we noticed an old building tucked in a little nook, and we walked down the slope to check it out. Peering inside a window with cupped hands to block the sun’s glare, we noticed it had once been a saw mill. Around the corner and above was an elevated walkway that led to an upper room, but it didn’t appear to be easily accessible as its entrance seemed blocked by rocks and trees. We decided to investigate and went back up and around to see if there was a path. Finding none, we went back around and down and then scrambled up the bank with Sally in tow. We reached the locked door, but a pane in its window was broken out, so we were able to easily look inside. It was apparent that someone had recently spent some time there. As photographers, both my daughter and I remarked what a wonderful place it would be to do photo shoots. On the way out, I noticed a path leading from the elevated walkway. It was overgrown and almost invisible, but it was a path nonetheless, so we took it instead of trying to gingerly make our way back down the bank.

We continued our trek to the dam, stopping along the way to take some pictures. We crossed the dam and ventured on to the nature trail. The forest was so enchanting with moss covered rocks and stumps and lush green ferns. There was even a huge boulder that resembled a sheep’s or lion’s head, depending on one’s perspective. Sally thoroughly enjoyed running back and forth along the path, as well as off the path and down to the water’s edge. We had recently purchased a retractable leash, and it perfectly suited the situation.

On the way back to the car as we were passing the little marina, we stopped and chatted with an older gentleman who was enjoying a thermos of tea. He was the second person to curiously ask how we had found the place, because it’s the best kept secret in the state. I told him our pastor and his wife had recently discovered it and mentioned its beauty. So, it’s not a secret anymore... at least not to us. (^_~)

A part of the old sluice gate still in operation

Gracie: 3 Weeks Old

2010-07-24T08:49:00.005-04:00

Gracie and I had our first official photo shoot yesterday. It was also my first baby photo shoot. My daughter, Tiffany, helped with lighting and setting up. Gracie was asleep at first, and we were hoping to get some good sleeping shots, but she woke up, was fed and burped by her mommy, and decided to stay wide awake and active. Besides the shot of her little 'piggies', my favorite shot is of Gracie wrapped in a scarf, looking straight into the camera. I also love the last one, because she looks so much like her daddy when he was a baby. So while we may not have gotten some of the posed sleeping shots we were hoping to get, I'm so glad she was awake and alert. Be warned though, when you see her looking back at you, you might need to grab a mop after finding your heart melted on the floor. (^_~)

Book Review: I Am Hutterite

2010-07-21T18:11:00.008-04:00

Book cover image used with permission

I Am Hutterite is a young woman’s account of her life as a little girl living in a religious colony, a group whose beliefs fall somewhere between the Mennonites and the Amish. She reflects on her idyllic and simple childhood, as well as her struggle to adjust and be accepted by the outside world when her parents leave the colony she loves. The story begins with a visit back to her childhood home and recounts her family’s heritage and personal journey. It’s a story of faith, hope, and love in the midst of politics, intolerance, and unforgiveness.

Reading the book brought back memories of my own struggles. Although I never lived as part of a religious colony, my family and I briefly worshiped and fellowshipped with a fledgling group having similar beliefs and practices as the Hutterites and looking to form their own community. While there were many similarities between the fledgling group and Hutterite colonies, because people are different, each group is also different and usually assumes the personality and convictions of those leading them. As Nicodemus admonished his fellow Pharisees by asking, “Doth our law judge any man, before it hear him and know what he doeth?” (John 7:51), we, too, should not judge a group of people before talking with and getting to know them. Some well-meaning friends tried to dissuade us from fellowshipping with the group, but because they offered no personal experience, scriptural foundation, nor tried to get to know the group, our friends seemed disqualified as counselors and we didn’t listen. While I do have some regrets from the experience as a whole, I am grateful for what I learned about life and relationships and through the exposure of my own heart. I encourage you to read the book, and I think you, too, may discover the appeal and joy of living in community and the potential snares and heartache of trying to govern your life according to tradition and a strict religious code.

After writing a review for Same Kind of Difference As Me, I was contacted by Thomas Nelson Publishing and asked if I would like to receive a complimentary copy of two other books with no obligation to write another review. Thank you, Thomas Nelson Publishing, for giving me the privilege and opportunity. (^_^)

In the Quiet Misty Morning

2010-07-20T18:35:00.003-04:00

I was so blessed to have the opportunity to do a little camping this past weekend. It had been years! Michael, a friend from church, organized a group to get together at a local campground. Each of us had individual campsites, but we traveled back and forth to one another’s site. We also went swimming together, went on a boat ride, and the guys played horseshoes. The time was nicely spent.

During the night and the wee hours of the morning, I could hear loons calling out to each other. The sound was hauntingly beautiful as it blended with the symphony of other creatures. I got up to walk down to the lake in hopes of seeing a loon, taking some pictures and simply enjoying the beauty and tranquility of the morning.

Eli, an eleven-year-old young man, was already there. He had caught a large bass the day before and had risen with the sun to catch another. His father was not far behind me when I arrived, and we began to chat as Eli continued to fish. It’s always nice sharing the beauty of God’s creation with another person.

The rising mist and the sun’s reflection upon the water was breathtaking. A verse from the song Homeward Bound came to mind. “In the quiet misty morning, when the moon has gone to bed, when the sparrows stop their singing, and the sky is clear and red...” I had sung the song one summer on a town common with a church group. It’s so beautiful and very fitting in a military tribute entitled Until Then...

Blueberry Buttermilk Tart

2010-07-19T20:07:00.002-04:00

My daughter made this Blueberry Buttermilk Tart from the organic blueberries we'd picked a few days ago. She found the recipe at Epicurious.com. If you could taste it, you'd never know it was her first tart. It was scrumptious!!

Blueberries and T

2010-07-15T16:15:00.003-04:00

My daughter and I went to a pick-your-own organic blueberry farm today. She plans to make blueberry cobbler with them. Yum!

Afterward, we stopped by a natural food store and picked up some lunch from their little café. Then, we drove down the road a ways, stopped at a river access, and ate while we watched some people jump off a large boulder and into the water. What a blessing! God has provided us with such natural beauty and wonderful resources.

Along Came a Spider

2010-07-11T23:03:00.002-04:00

“Or what king, going to make war against another king, sitteth not down first, and consulteth whether he be able with ten thousand to meet him that cometh against him with twenty thousand?” --Luke 14:31

While outside photographing some flowers using my 100mm macro lens, I came across an interesting sight. A tetragnatha pinicola spider appeared to have sensed movement. It slowly made its way to the center of the flower where a honey bee was gathering pollen. As both the spider and honey bee drew closer together, the spider carefully stretched out one of its legs, drew it back again, and backed away. It appeared to have examined its potential prey and counted the costs before attacking. The bee on the other hand seemed quite undaunted by the spider’s presence or covert probe. The encounter reminded me of Jesus admonishing a great multitude of followers to count the cost of becoming His disciple (Luke 14:25-35), and just as He used common examples, we, too, should count the cost before venturing into a potential unknown.

Sleeping Cutie

2010-07-03T21:13:00.003-04:00

Just having fun playing with textures and layers on this shot of my first grandchild, Gracie.

My First Grandchild!

2010-07-02T22:03:00.001-04:00

My son and daughter-in-law, Max and Emily, welcomed their first child into the world today... Grace Elizabeth. I'm a Grammie! (^_^)

Me & Gracie

Daddy Kisses

Jesus Saves

2010-07-01T23:40:00.004-04:00

“Only let your conversation be as it becometh the gospel of Christ...” --Philippians 1:27a

My daughter wanted to take her new puppy for a nature walk in a local park that is home to a stone observation tower. Knowing a lot of people and pets use the trails, she wanted to offer ‘Sally’ an opportunity for socialization and practice on her leash in a different environment. It was a gorgeous day, and we encountered a Schnauzer and a dachshund, both unleashed who excitedly ran up to greet Sally. As they bounded off after their owners, Sally wanted to run with them, but she was very obedient and stayed with us. We also encountered a little girl who, despite being told Sally was very timid, chased her around and around our legs to pet the cute puppy.

When we’d first reached the tower and saw the words “JESUS SAVES” scratched into the outer, surrounding wall, being believers of Christ ourselves and wanting others to hear His message of forgiveness and hope, it was a pleasant sight. At the top of the tower, we found the usual additions of sentiment one might find in such a place... declarations of having been there and romantic expressions of love to another. The notes at the top seem almost fitting, but as I was processing the photo of my daughter and her puppy, the big, bold letters etched into the wall below were recognized for what they are... graffiti.

While it may be satisfying to some well-intentioned believers to proclaim that 'sound byte' about the Gospel, I wonder if those same folks realize that obedience to authority and respect for property are aspects of the entire package of 'Good News'? And I considered my daughter's puppy, Sally. She had been excited to run and play with the other dogs we'd met, but she was also aware, in her little puppy mind, that she must be obedient. I began thinking that many Christians enjoy the excitement of proclaiming the immediate message of the only way of our salvation, but they forget that obedience to authority and the property of others is an important means to demonstrate our love for Christ. Just as my daughter's puppy showed her love for my daughter by obedience and respect, we demonstrate our following the Lord the same way - obedience and respect.

Strawberry Heart = God's Love

2010-06-30T08:29:00.005-04:00

Our church hosted a VBS (Vacation Bible School) last week. I'm the 'Snack Lady', and I like to try to prepare healthy snacks that help reinforce the lessons. This snack represented part of the feast given by the father after his prodigal son returned home. The strawberry heart represents our heavenly Father's love.

"And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him." -- Luke 15:20

Keeping a Distance

2010-06-25T09:30:00.004-04:00

'Leslie' looks on wistfully from a distance, longing to join in the fun. My daughter adopted a puppy last week... a Sheltie Beagle Pug mix. Although her kitty, Leslie, is beginning to venture closer, she still hisses to warn 'Sally' to keep her distance.

Photo Safari

2010-06-17T17:05:00.003-04:00

My daughter and I went on a photo safari after hearing from our neighbor that a fawn was recently born nearby. We didn't see any deer, but we had a nice time together walking gingerly through the field and forest.

Senior Portrait: Hannah 2010

2010-06-15T08:34:00.011-04:00

I did this photo shoot last month with Hannah, a friend and daughter of a friend. It was my first real experience doing a session at midday with cloudless bright sunlight and working with animals. I am grateful for the opportunity. Thank you, Hannah!


Taken in an old church that is currently in the process of restoration.

Eight Months and Counting

2010-06-14T07:17:00.002-04:00

My first official maternity photo session with my son and daughter-in-law, Max and Emily. I am so looking forward to being a grandmother! (^_^)

My daughter, Tiffany, suggested this idea after she'd seen a similar image online.

Baby Gracie can enjoy her musical giraffe even before she's born.

Knowing his brother, my oldest son, Chris, gave me the idea of having Max listen for Baby Grace while expressing a look of delightful surprise.

FAIL'd... But Lesson Learned

2010-06-07T19:27:00.005-04:00

“For the poor shall never cease out of the land: therefore I command thee, saying, Thou shalt open thine hand wide unto thy brother, to thy poor, and to thy needy, in thy land.” --Deuteronomy 15:11

Have you ever thought you’d learned something through reading or hearing, but when put to the test, you weren’t ready and wished God would give you another chance? While in the area for a friend’s wedding, my family and I took a trip into Philadelphia to see the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall and possibly a museum or two. We were ill-prepared in more ways than one. Using our GPS, we tried to locate a parking garage close by, but we ended up parking ten blocks away. Since it was such a beautiful day and we wanted to take some pictures of the amazing architecture we’d passed, we decided to walk. Although ten city blocks was a greater distance than we’d anticipated in the hot blazing sun, I’m really glad we walked, because I learned a valuable lesson that day.

I had just finished the two books about homelessness by Ron Hall and Denver Moore, but it hadn’t even occurred to me that we might see homeless people on the streets of downtown Philadelphia. Having been to Boston several times, despite seeing street musicians playing for money, I don’t remember seeing homeless people nor experiencing the pungent smells of urine and filth. As we walked around the gorgeous City Hall building in Centre Square, I noticed a man several yards away sleeping atop cardboard on one of the benches under the shade of some trees. We came to the corner of the building and saw a very thin, ragged-looking woman with hollow eyes sitting on some steps. I wondered if she was homeless and wanted to give her some money or ask if she needed anything, but I didn’t quite know how to go about it, so we just passed by. At the back of the building heading toward Market Street sat an older black woman asking for a match. We apologized for not having a match to give her. I wondered if I could perhaps buy some matches for her, but since I was with my family and didn’t know where to purchase any, I didn’t say anything. As we kept walking, a young, strong-looking black man had just shoved a lighter into his pocket after lighting his cigarette. I wanted to stop and ask him if he could offer the woman a light, but I was out of my element, and I was sure she’d ask him anyway when he passed by. I turned to look and wish I’d turned sooner, prepared to capture the moment with my camera, but it blessed me to see a young man being kind to an old woman.

As we walked down Market Street, I saw another thin man sleeping on a covered bus bench with a shirt over his face, a young man sitting on the sidewalk against a brick wall with an open suitcase and a cardboard sign, and an overweight woman asking passersby to buy her something to eat. We walked a little further, and I finally stopped, took out my wallet and shoved a bill into my pocket to be easily accessible. “What is that for?” my daughter asked.

“For a homeless person,” I replied.

As we drew closer to Independence Park, we didn’t seem to encounter another homeless person. After seeing the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall, we decided to utilize the transportation system so that we might have more time to visit a museum or the zoo. But first, we stopped at a nearby Dairy Queen to use their facilities and get something cold to drink. As we sat for a moment and I drank my ice cold raspberry lemonade, I thought about the homeless who must be hot and thirsty, so I bought a bottled water to go along with the money I had shoved in my pocket. I prayed God would give me another chance... but... He didn’t. As we walked the block toward a shuttle bus stop, I purposefully looked for a homeless person to bless. I wish I had asked my family if we could have kept walking, but I thought surely, we could ride the bus to City Hall and encounter someone there. We didn’t. Why, I wondered, wasn’t God giving me another chance?

Remember the young man with the open suitcase? I had wanted to take his picture, as well as others, and capture the plight of the homeless, but I also try to consider a person’s privacy and dignity. I could’ve asked for permission or simply taken a picture of his suitcase and cardboard sign. Did you wonder what the sign said? It said something like, “Today is my 22nd birthday, and I have nothing...” Despite what I thought I’d learned from Denver Moore’s admonition to not judge a person, I had judged the young man. Although my heart went out to him, I had judged his sign to be merely a way of tugging at heartstrings to gain more sympathy and money. Maybe it really was his 22nd birthday, but even if it wasn’t, he was obviously in some kind of need... and he was someone’s son. If God had allowed me to give that bottle of water and money to someone else, it’s likely I would’ve felt good about myself and neglected to reflect on my failure to try to get to know a person, ask his name, and show the unconditional love of Christ. I failed, but I truly hope the lesson was learned.

Book Review: What Difference Do It Make?

2010-06-03T19:16:00.005-04:00

Cover image used by permission

What Difference Do It Make? is the second book featuring Ron Hall and Denver Moore, two unlikely friends brought together by a very special, yet ordinary woman. The book also contains anecdotes from others around the world affected and inspired by the first book Same Kind of Difference As Me, a story of how one woman's faith brought the two men together and led to the transformation of many. Although you don't need to read the first book to get a sense of the background and overall story, I think you will be the richer for it.

I was again moved by Denver's faith and wisdom despite the unbelievable life he experienced prior to his encounter with 'Miss Debbie'. And I was touched and convicted by Ron's ability to forgive and demonstrate unconditional love to his 'ornery' father. I also found it surprising and quite curious that his father regarded one particular gift above any other he'd received. Not only that, but the fact Ron had learned so much from Denver and as a result of ministering to the homeless, he previously would never have even considered giving his father the gift. Getting to know a person truly does make a real and abiding difference in how effectively we are able to love them. What difference do it make? It can make a huge difference.

After writing a review for Same Kind of Difference As Me, I was contacted by Thomas Nelson Publishing and asked if I would like to receive a complimentary copy of the second book with no obligation to write another review. Thank you, Thomas Nelson Publishing, for giving me the privilege and opportunity. (^_^)

A Family Is Like a Ship

2010-06-01T15:08:00.003-04:00

Yesterday was Memorial Day. For some it was merely the beginning of summer celebrated with a BBQ, a trip to the beach, or a ride on a boat. For others it was a day to remember those who have served our country in the armed forces and have given their very lives for our freedom. And for others still, it was just another day like any other.

This weekend brought to mind an article I'd read several years ago. Although I don't agree with everything he teaches, I found the article Jumping Ship (Part 2): Stagnant and Unpromising by Michael Pearl very intriguing. He likens the family to a ship with a captain and a crew. Each ship may be different, but in order to keep its crew, it needs to have a clear purpose with each member involved in fulfilling its mission and reaching its destination. And it must provide some source of entertainment along with rewarding labor. If the crew sees other ships passing by that appear to be going somewhere while they just float along or remain stagnant... or if they notice the crews on other ships having fun while they seem to just work or have nothing to do, the captain risks having them jump overboard to join other ships that actually appear to be enjoyably going somewhere.

How's your crew? Are they looking to book passage on a different ship, or do they have the confidence to believe their ship is going somewhere and doing something worthwhile?

Cake Pops

2010-05-28T12:28:00.003-04:00

My daughter, Tiffany, made cake pops for her sister-in-law's baby shower. She got the recipe and idea from Bakerella.com. The question everyone asks is, "How do you make the cake into balls? It's actually a lot easier than you would think. (^_^)

Loves Babies

2010-05-20T09:55:00.007-04:00

"A baby is born with a need to be loved... and never outgrows it." —Frank A. Clark

I took this shot of Riley and Isabella at my future sister-in-law's bridal shower. Isabella is the daughter of a friend of the bride. She is the most contented and happy baby I've ever seen. Riley is the bride's oldest daughter and soon to be my niece. She is a sweet, thoughtful, mature young lady who loves babies. Y'know, there's something about a person who loves babies... well, except those who love babies like they love puppies and kittens, which is only as long as they're small, cute, and cuddly. But children, teenagers, and even adults need to be loved and sometimes babied, too, right?

Book Review: SKoDAM

2010-05-08T23:42:00.018-04:00

Cover image used with permission

Same Kind of Different As Me is a heartwarming and inspirational account of two men from different backgrounds and social strata, brought together by a very special woman. The story draws you in and takes you on two separate journeys until the two paths meet and they essentially become one. This is a story of faith, friendship, hope, and love... a powerful combination that leads to amazing transformations.

There were several things I liked about the book. Although I didn’t pick cotton on a plantation, my sisters and I did pick tobacco one summer, and on our way to work, we drove past little run-down shacks. I often wondered if slaves had ever lived in them. Anyway, it brought back memories of home in the South. I like how the story was told from two different perspectives... through two different pairs of eyes. And I like how the authors wrote conversations in natural form using distinctive idiomatic dialogue.

I was touched by the love Ron had for his wife as expressed in his openness and desire to support her in fulfilling what she believed God was calling her to do... to minister to the homeless. And I was both convicted and inspired by Debbie’s and Denver’s faith and close relationship with the Lord, as well as their love in action for those who aren’t always very lovely or easy to love.

I have a few friends who minister in homeless shelters in L.A. and VT, including one dear friend who actually experienced homelessness himself. Now he is able to comfort others with the comfort he himself has received (2 Cor. 1:4). Although I myself have never worked in a homeless shelter, I have helped serve in a soup kitchen and have eaten alongside some who were not necessarily homeless, but just needed a bite to eat. I still remember, Stacey, one young lady who caught my attention. Even though it’s been years since I met her in the soup kitchen, once in a while we see each other downtown and stop to chat. She has a beautiful little boy now. I wish I knew then what I know now through the experiences my friends have shared and through the things contained in the book. People are the same kind of different as me, and sometimes it just takes a bit more patience, determination, and genuine love to draw them out. Like Bryan Duncan’s song Don’t You Wanna Rap says, “The heart is the same, it’s just a different face.”

Almost Empty

2010-04-13T20:41:00.014-04:00

"As an eagle stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her young, spreadeth abroad her wings, taketh them, beareth them on her wings: so the LORD alone did lead him..." --Deuteronomy 32:11, 12a

Even though I actually haven't yet experienced having a truly empty nest, I've been feeling a bit blue today as I've been reminded of the inevitable. When my children were younger, they once went to summer camp for a week, but I knew they would soon be home again.

My first experience with long-term separation was a couple of years ago when our second son went away to college for a year. That was a little difficult, because he is the more exuberant of the three, and he and I have always enjoyed having some serious theological discussions. He also gives wonderful shoulder massages. The house was quieter while he was gone. It was then that I realized I was being prepared to one day face an empty nest.

Our daughter, left yesterday to visit her out-of-state boyfriend for just short of a week. I’m glad she’ll be coming back, because I have been enjoying the growing friendship between us. I will always be her mother, but I’m glad we’re becoming friends. She adds creativity and beauty to our family, as well as delicious aromas from the kitchen. I miss her smiles, giggles, and stories. Her kitty, Leslie, misses her, too.

Our oldest son is planning to depart Thursday to take a job half way across the country. Although he attended a technical college for four years, he was able to live at home and commute. He graduated last year with a bachelor’s degree, and although he was able to work at a temporary job for a few months, the job market in our state has been very bleak. I’m so grateful for my sister’s and brother-in-law’s offer of a job and a place to stay. While I am sad he’ll be leaving home, I’m excited for the journey the Lord has set before him. I’m also delighted he’ll be with family where deeper relationships can be built. I’ll miss his smiles, hugs, and analytical wit. Oh! And his macro lens and curry fried rice. (^_~)

Perhaps I won’t really have to experience an empty nest. Our second son married a very nice young lady last year, and they are expecting their first child in July... Grace Elizabeth. So before our daughter leaves the nest, our family will soon be blessed with a little one to fill it up again.

Happy Resurrection Day

2010-04-03T22:16:00.008-04:00

"For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also aboundeth by Christ." --2 Corinthians 1:5

Snowdrops are said to be symbolic of consolation. Now our Lord Jesus Christ himself, and God, even our Father, which hath loved us, and hath given us everlasting consolation and good hope through grace, comfort your hearts, and stablish you in every good word and work." (2 Thessalonians 2:16, 17)

Happy Resurrection Day :)

Father-To-Be

2010-03-16T19:15:00.007-04:00

"Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward." --Psalm 127:3

My son and daughter-in-law asked me to take their picture before they headed out to a benefit waltz class. I just love seeing my son's playfulness and affection. I think he's going to make a wonderful father.

Passing It On

2010-03-09T15:55:00.005-05:00

“That the generation to come might know them, even the children which should be born; who should arise and declare them to their children: That they might set their hope in God, and not forget the works of God...” --Psalm 78:6-7b

My daughter-in-law is now five months pregnant with my first grandchild. She and my son already sing and read to their unborn baby... a girl? It’s never too early to start. Studies have shown that a prenatal baby’s developing brain is stimulated by the sounds, which helps them develop. After being born, hearing those familiar sounds, stories, and songs can help to calm the baby.

It warms my heart to know that both my son and daughter-in-law share the same beliefs and are working toward the same goals. How difficult it can be for children when there is no clear sense of direction... or hope. Who should they believe? By having to choose one, they are essentially forced to reject the other... or both for that matter. “Can two walk together, except they be agreed?” (Amos 3:3)

Having pretty much raised our children, I know they won’t always believe exactly as we do. But that’s okay, because we’re still learning, too. God is still working to open our understanding and mold us into the likeness of His Son. So, what’s important is to have a firm foundation in what we believe and pass it on.

Working Together

2010-02-18T14:05:00.001-05:00

Mmmm... can you smell the apple sweetness and spices? My daughter and I worked together to make shepherd’s pie for dinner a couple of nights ago. She wanted to have a bottom crust, but since the pie crust recipe was for a double crust, we had leftover dough. She asked if we had any apples, because she had seen a recipe for mini pies made in a muffin tin, and she wanted to try it out. So I peeled and chopped the apples, while she worked on the sweet, buttery, cinnamon sauce and rolled out the remaining crust. Aren’t they cute? And oh, so tasty!

I wanted to be sure to get a photo of them, and I was delighted when she wanted to once again work together. I’m so glad she did, because she is more creative than I am. We have turned my married son’s bedroom into a sort of mini studio. It has a nice exposed brick chimney in it, so we used it as a backdrop. I used my son’s 60mm macro lens to create the blurry background. One of the things I’ve learned when composing a photo is to have an odd number of objects, rather than an even number. I'm not sure why. Maybe it has something to do with the Golden Ratio?

My daughter thought you might be interested in seeing our unorthodox setup: one of the shelves from a bookshelf, a couple of wooden bowls, a paperback book, a box of tissues, and a box of old flatware. Hey! Whatever works, right?

Love Rocks

2010-02-15T13:27:00.003-05:00

"Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart..." --Proverbs 27:9

My new favorite scent from Victoria Secret!

Thank You...

2010-02-09T19:46:00.002-05:00

Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday. I am grateful for birthdays and for those who express their love through birthday greetings and gifts. I am also grateful for my daughter's creativity and resourcefulness. The wrapping paper is actually old wall paper she spotted in a recycle shop. Doesn't it make a beautiful gift wrap? The tabletop tripod is from my son, and the camera battery and card are from my husband. God is good...

Just Ask

2010-02-04T21:07:00.004-05:00

My daughter and I went on a road trip a few days ago to deliver a cheesecake to Sam, a nice young man in college. I’d met him last year at a youth group all-nighter he’d attended as a friend of one of our group’s teens, and he is now one of my friends on Facebook. A few months ago, Sam jokingly asked when I was going to make a cheesecake for him. I told him he’d have to wait until his birthday. He probably thought I was joking, too, because we’re really only acquaintances and he lives a distance away, but I was serious.

I like doing things for people, but I don’t always know what to do or for whom to do it, so it’s nice when people make their needs or desires known. I’ve been reflecting, as I often do, on how some people often ask for things and get them and how others don’t and miss out. Has that ever happened to you? Or are you one of those people who is not afraid to ask? A young girl in our church is very bold about asking for things, and she’s so cute she often gets what she asks for, but her older brother is a bit more reserved... and mature. I think he has learned something from her though, because I’ve noticed that he has loosened up a bit and will sometimes sheepishly seek to obtain what he desires. Jesus said, “Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you” (Matthew 7:7; Luke 11:9). And in James’ letter, as recorded in the Bible, James said, “...you have not, because you ask not” (James 4:2). Now, we know that we don’t always get everything we ask for. James also said, “You ask and do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives...” (James 4:3) And just like any good parent, our Heavenly Father knows when to say, “No or not yet” for our good and for the good of others. So knowing that God gives good things to those who ask, “let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need” (Hebrews 4:16). Just ask!

Got Music?

2010-01-21T08:57:00.002-05:00

“Sing unto Him a new song; play skilfully with a loud noise.” --Psalm 33:3

Do you ever feel like there is something missing in your life? Or maybe you’ve felt really stressed out and you’re not sure why. Could it be that you need to add some music to your life? It has been said that music can soothe the savage beast. In 1 Samuel 16:14-23, the Bible relates an incident in which King Saul was greatly troubled, but was soothed when David played the harp for him. Studies have shown that music, and especially singing or playing an instrument, can, indeed, help relieve stress. Singing or playing an instrument increases oxygen intake and exercises your lungs and heart, and if you sing or play with others, it can create a sense of unity and belonging.

Music also helps with learning. People who have learned to read music and play an instrument usually score higher in math and science. And we can often remember something more easily when it has been put to music or song. It's not just for children. Hundreds of years ago when most people couldn’t read, Scripture was put to music in the form of hymns like “A Mighty Fortress” to help an illiterate congregation learn. Have you ever gotten a song stuck in your head? Colossians 3:16 says, "Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord." It doesn’t say anything about having a good voice. So, what are you waiting for? Sing and make a joyful noise unto the Lord!

Hugs and Kisses

2010-01-13T20:17:00.001-05:00

“Greet one another with a kiss of love...” --1 Peter 5:4

I am participating in a group on Flickr called “52 Weeks of Gratitude~”. I love and am thankful for big, warm hugs and soft kisses. During our Sunday morning worship services at church, we have a time of greeting one another. While a few may greet a close relative or loved one with a kiss on the cheek, most simply shake hands, and some are like me, who love to give hugs. I especially delight in the hugs and soft kisses of children, because they are genuine expressions of love and trust and not an attempt to get something more in return. As a child of God, I sometimes wish I could give my heavenly Father a hug, but when I consider His awesome holiness, I think I would be more like the immoral woman who fell at Jesus feet. She washed his feet with her tears and hair, anointed them with oil, and kissed them out of genuine love (Luke 7:36-50).

I also think of how Jesus must have been with all the little children who loved Him. When we read that Jesus "...blessed them", please don't think our Lord was somber and solemn! Can't you see Him sitting with little kids just crowded around laughing and giggling and Him laughing with them? And hugging them and they Him? How refreshing that must have looked and how surprising it would seem to some of us! Yet maybe that's a key? Didn't the Lord say we had to become like little children to receive the Kingdom?

Do you know someone who could use a big, warm hug... or a gentle kiss today?

I See You

2010-01-05T22:32:00.011-05:00

“To be known is to be loved, and to be loved is to be known...”

--Chris Kinsley and Drew Francis

Who turns their own face into an Avatar? A nerd? A geek? A sci-fi fanatic? Or perhaps just another narcissist on the internet. Well, being a photographer and a Photoshop fan, when I first saw the movie poster for Avatar, I couldn’t help but notice the eyes. Eyes can say so much, can’t they? Although my eyes in the picture above have been manipulated, they are still my eyes. What do you see? Do you see a nerd, a geek, or a scif-fi fanatic? Or do you see more? Do you see... me?

I was deeply touched by Chris Kinsley’s and Drew Francis’ monologue called The Woman at the Well, a soliloquy based on the Samaritan woman whose life was changed by her encounter with Jesus. In it the girl said, “To be known is to be loved, and to be loved is to be known...” When the Na’vi in Avatar greet one another with “I see you”, it is more than a greeting... it is an acknowledgment... a knowing.... an understanding. The Bible says that we love God because He first loved us. He knows us and has made the effort to make Himself known. [Warning: If you haven’t yet seen the movie, you might want to skip down to the next paragraph, because this post contains a spoiler.] At the end of the movie, Jake’s avatar body went limp, because the colonel had damaged his pod inside the science station. Neytiri assessed the situation and desperately searched the station for the real Jake. When she found him, she immediately knew it was him even though she had never seen his true physical form and even though he was unconscious. She knew he was her Jake. *sniff* She could see him.

Earlier today, a young friend and I shared a brief exchange on Facebook. He’s a witty young man, but he argued that I was funnier. He’s wrong. You’re wrong, Jesse. I’m really not funny. I wish I was, although I have had that occasional moment in which I’ve made someone laugh. It’s a nice feeling. I mean, who doesn’t like to laugh... well, except maybe someone with a broken rib. Anyway, our exchange reminded me of one of my favorite quotes. George Bernard Shaw said, “We don’t stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing.” I guess transforming my face into a Na’vi is one of the ways I play. Even though I’m nearing the crest of life’s hill, I’d like to think I’m still young at heart. Can you see that in my eyes? Can you see me?

Happy New Year

2009-12-31T17:18:00.008-05:00

My husband gave me roses for our anniversary... 27 years. May the coming new year be a time of refreshing for you and your loved ones...

Almost Christmas

2009-12-23T23:38:00.006-05:00

“...I will watch expectantly for the LORD; I will wait for the God of my salvation...” --Micah 7:7

While doing our Christmas photos for Christmas cards today... yeah, I know, it’s two days before Christmas -- talk about last minute, huh? Anyway, I took the opportunity to get a few shots of my daughter; seems like just yesterday she was still a little girl, who couldn’t wait to grow up. That was me years and years ago, but I still can’t wait to be ‘grown up’... perfected. It’s almost Christmas, a day that has been set aside to remember our Savior’s birth. And the older I get, the more I realize my need for His salvation. It is the greatest gift I have ever received.

Sweet Gift

2009-12-21T19:50:00.006-05:00

“And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour, it is the gift of God.” --Ecclesiastes 3:13

My first attempt at making fudge. Mmmm! The recipe was AllRecipes.com's 'Easiest Peanut Butter Fudge'. It was pretty easy and didn't take as long as I'd thought it would. Next, I'm going to try maple!

Part of the Family

2009-12-17T22:17:00.003-05:00

“For the body is not one member, but many... And the eye cannot say unto the hand, I have no need of thee: nor again the head to the feet, I have no need of you.” --1 Corinthians 12:14, 21

Beneath the Snow

2009-12-07T22:14:00.007-05:00

"And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow
your heart dreams of spring."

--Kahlil Gibran

Dried Queen Anne's Lace... a wildflower whose individual flower stems curl inward to keep its precious cargo as the tiny seeds ripen... like a mother protecting her children... or a woman her heart...

Adding a Special Touch

2009-11-30T20:05:00.003-05:00

“Give, and it shall be given unto you...” --Luke 6:38

Josh, a young man from our church, celebrated his seventeenth birthday yesterday. My oldest son held a gaming day in our home in his honor, and my daughter made a scrumptiously rich chocolate ganache cake for him.

Do you ever find yourself wanting to go the extra mile or add that special touch for someone? Why? My daughter, Tiffany, is very creative and likes to add special touches to things, so maybe you’re just one of those people. But isn’t it easier to do it for someone who is either kind and lovable or who seems to need it? Josh is both kind and lovable, even though he can be a bit weird at times... but what teenaged boy isn’t? So although Tiffany probably would have added that special touch for almost anyone, Josh has made it easy to find delight in doing so. Happy birthday, Josh!

Ting-a-Ling-a-Ling

2009-11-11T22:41:00.005-05:00

“Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.” --Matthew 13:52

My son, Max, caught the flu. His new wife recently became pregnant, so most everyone thought it best for them to be apart until he is no longer contagious. She went to stay with her parents, while he came to stay with us.

Our pastor has on occasion lightheartedly teased our family for communicating to each other through e-mail while living in the same household, not to mention those who text each other while in close proximity. Although I think he’d perfectly understand, I can only imagine his amused expression to learn that my son has been using his cell phone instead of a ‘sick bell’ while he has been under ‘quarantine’. Hey, while it may not be as nostalgic and cute as a ‘sick bell’, it’s more timely. And I can still set my alert tone to sound like a bell if I become wistful.

My Friend Mya

2009-10-28T20:58:00.010-04:00

“A righteous man has regard for the life of his animal, But even the compassion of the wicked is cruel.” --Proverbs 12:10

Have you ever noticed that look of love and trust in the eyes of a horse or a dog when its owner approaches? You’ll usually also see it nuzzle its owner as it tries to get as close as possible to him or her.

I was pondering the second half of Proverbs 12:10, “... but even the compassion of the wicked is cruel”. How can that be? How can compassion or tender mercies be cruel? They are cruel when they are inconsistent and mixed with indifference and callousness, because the recipient doesn’t know what to expect. Instead of love, trust, and nuzzles, you’ll find apprehension and distance. I'd rather have nuzzles, wouldn't you?

Keep the Fire Burning?

2009-10-16T07:43:00.005-04:00

“...if two lie together, then they have heat: but how can one be warm alone?” --Ecclesiastes 4:11

As I was preparing to build a fire in the fireplace on this chilly morning, I thought about what it takes to start and make a good fire, and how a fire burns more efficiently when two or more pieces burn together. I don’t understand all the physics behind it, but they seem to ‘reflect’ the heat toward each other and help to sustain the fire hotter and longer.

Well, if you know me, although I tend to think concretely and wish I could think more abstractly on the spur of the moment, I also tend to ponder things and form analogies from the things I observe and experience. Fire seeks to consume, and because it is a form of energy and is fluid, it moves. I do know that much about physics. The same is true with strong emotions moving within and between people, because emotions can be quite fluid... and consuming.

Anger consumes and destroys. Proverbs 26:21 says, “As coals are to burning coals, and wood to fire; so is a contentious man to kindle strife”. One angry, bitter person can create a firestorm if others join him in his cause, and then they all end up getting burned. Proverbs 22:24 says, “Make no friendship with an angry man; and with a furious man thou shalt not go.” Be careful to keep your distance from someone given to anger, lest you become fuel and begin to reflect it also.

While anger consumes and destroys, love provides life and healing. 1 John 3:16 says, “Hereby perceive we the love of God, because he laid down his life for us: and we ought to lay down our lives for the brethren,” and Proverbs 17:22 says, “A merry heart does good like a medicine”. For love to spread, it must touch the lives of others, just as a fire needs fuel to continuously generate warmth and light.

What’s the difference between a fire providing warmth and comfort versus the raging, consuming firestorm resulting in destruction? Caution and control. If we recognize the flames for what they are and how they are used, we will recognize the danger when the flames move and spread, and we will prevent it from burning and destroying that which it was never intended to touch.

The Spreading of the Clouds

2009-10-12T13:07:00.005-04:00

"And can any understand the spreadings of the clouds...?" --Job 36:29a

On Friday, we drove to Lancaster, Pennsylvania to see the Sight & Sound production In the Beginning. It was amazing! The way the story was told and performed brought to life the events of the Creation and Fall to the death of Adam. Tears streamed down my face, and I felt like weeping.

On the ride home, the play went through my head... the life of peace, fellowship, and blessing Adam and Eve enjoyed before the Fall, and the fear, isolation, and suffering they endured afterward. I thought about my own struggles, and a song went through my head that had come to mind the day before on the ride up... Rejoice in the Lord by Ron Hamilton.

God never moves without purpose or plan
When trying His servant and molding a man.
Give thanks to the LORD though your testing seems long;
In darkness He giveth a song.

I could not see through the shadows ahead;
So I looked at the cross of my Savior instead.
I bowed to the will of the Master that day;
Then peace came and tears fled away.

Now I can see testing comes from above;
God strengthens His children and purges in love.
My Father knows best, and I trust in His care;
Through purging more fruit I will bear.

O Rejoice in the LORD
He makes no mistake,
He knoweth the end of each path that I take,
For when I am tried
And purified,
I shall come forth as gold.

I had asked Max and Emily if they'd like to sing it together in light of the fact our church hasn't had choir since the change from an evening service to an afternoon one. It's difficult to get everyone together to practice. They agreed.

I was feeling so unworthy to serve the Lord, and as I prayed, I looked up into the blue sky to see a cloud with a void in the middle with the shape of the number 5. Five... five what? It was a distinct shape, and as I continued looking and wondering, a cloud formation beside it slowly formed the numbers 1 and 3 in the same manner... a void, and when I looked back at the 5, it had turned into a 6. "What does it mean?" I wondered. The numbers were too distinct to be a mere coincidence, but I told myself that we shouldn't trust in signs and seek to hear from the Lord that way. I couldn't help praying to ask if it was significant, and as I did, a car passed by, and I just happened to notice the last three numbers of it's license plate... 613. Another coincidence? It was too much, so I asked what it meant, and a thought came to mind. The 5 represented the fifth book of the Bible, and the 6 and 13 represented the chapter and verse. I asked Matt, who was sitting across the aisle from me, if I could borrow his Bible for a minute. This is what Deuteronomy 6:13 says, "Thou shalt fear the LORD thy God, and serve him, and shalt swear by his name." Is it just a coincidence that it directed me to God's Word and fit the occasion of my prayer? I don't think so.

Reminders

2009-10-08T10:17:00.006-04:00

A macro shot of red berries on an American barberry bush. This bush also has thorns in the midst of the green leaves. When the leaves drop off in the winter, leaving the thorns and red berries, it reminds me of the crown of thorns put upon Jesus' head and the drops of blood He shed on our behalf. I actually made a mini crown of thorns from parts of a barberry bush. You can see the photo of the little crown of thorns and read a dialogue between a Roman and me as to why Jesus came to die if you click here: This Is Love.

Cow Brain & Pregnancy

2009-09-23T21:15:00.016-04:00

My teenage daughter had been experiencing unusual fatigue, along with some dizziness and nausea, so like any good mother would, I took her to the doctor. Although my daughter assured her she wasn’t pregnant, the doctor had her pee in a cup and tested her for pregnancy without her knowledge. I found out about it later when I saw the itemized bill. I called the doctor’s office expressing my displeasure and politely refused to pay that portion of the bill. A blood test was also done and revealed nothing out of the ordinary.

After doing some research online, trying a few things at home and not really being able to pinpoint the problem, we visited the doctor again a couple of months later. The nurse asked a series of questions suggested by her laptop, and the findings were still inconclusive. The doctor came in and asked more questions, and because my daughter mentioned some ‘burning’ in her stomach, the doctor prescribed an antacid and recommended a few therapists. Have you ever been told, “It’s all in your head”?

Not satisfied with the diagnosis of teenage girl angst, I called a naturopathic doctor upon the recommendation of my sister-in-law. He asked several questions and seemed a bit puzzled but undaunted. He gave her a vitamin B shot and a few general suggestions, and we made an appointment to see him again in a week.

When we went back to see him, it was obvious he had done some research. He wanted to test a theory, so he had her lie on the exam table, checked her blood pressure and pulse, had her stand up, and did the same. Hmmm... it appeared she was experiencing some form of orthostatic hypotension... or in layman’s terms, ‘standing low blood pressure’. You know when you stand up really quickly from a reclined position and you feel momentarily dizzy? Well, it’s like that, except her blood pressure and pulse did not recover as quickly as it should have. He suggested she increase her salt intake. Now, how many doctors do you know would suggest you eat more salt? He also suggested we have her blood tested for food allergies and then follow a month long prescribed diet according to the findings of the test.

She followed the diet, and while she did feel a little better, she still didn’t feel quite right, so we went back to the doctor again. This time he suggested we do an adrenal test that is more accurate than the blood test. She had to fill four small vials with saliva at different times throughout the day. The results revealed lower than normal cortisol levels, so he prescribed an adrenal support supplement. On the way home, my daughter looked at the ingredients, because she checks ingredients more now after having done the food allergy diet. Anyway, she slowly read, “Adrenal whole bovine”.

“Bovine?” I queried. “That’s cow!”

“What? Cow? Are you sure?” she skeptically asked. She sounded out the next ingredient, “Adrenal cortex bovine."

“Cortex?” I laughed. “That’s brain! Cow brain!”

“You’re joking with me, right?” she asked.

“No, I’m serious,” I replied as I continued to laugh.

There were other ingredients as well, but she didn’t hesitate to do a Google search when we returned home and found, indeed, that I was right... well, sort of.

A couple of mornings later, I read an article in the magazine Above Rubies, and I proceeded to tell my daughter about it. The article contained scientific evidences that support the physical side of the Bible verse in 1 Timothy 2:15 which says, “Notwithstanding she shall be saved in childbearing, if they continue in faith and charity and holiness with sobriety.” The part that caught my eye was for the section subtitled “Adrenal Fatigue”.

“Yeah,” I continued, “The article went on to say that a woman, who had experienced panic attacks due to adrenal burn out, was afraid to get pregnant until she read that pregnancy actually helps heal adrenals.”

When my 18-year-old daughter reacted with a look of puzzled disbelief, I laughed and continued, “Not that I’m suggesting you get pregnant. I just found it interesting.”

Anyway, she's been feeling even better since taking the adrenal support supplement. So, if you’ve been feeling unusually tired, weak, dizzy, nauseous, or having random feelings of anxiety for no apparent reason, don’t believe the doctor who suggests it’s all in your head.

Bearing Blossoms and Fruit

2009-09-18T15:29:00.010-04:00

He shall cause them that come of Jacob to take root: Israel shall blossom and bud, and fill the face of the world with fruit. --Isaiah 27:6

[Jesus] spake also this parable; A certain man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard; and he came and sought fruit thereon, and found none. Then said he unto the dresser of his vineyard, Behold, these three years I come seeking fruit on this fig tree, and find none: cut it down; why cumbereth it the ground? And he answering said unto him, Lord, let it alone this year also, till I shall dig about it, and dung it: And if it bear fruit, well: and if not, then after that thou shalt cut it down. --Luke 13:6-9

How would you feel if you planted a tree or bush and it never bore any fruit... especially if you had to pay a price for it? We bought our plum tree, a cherry tree, and two pear trees about four years ago. Our cherry tree produced a lot of blossoms and cherries this year. Our pear trees have one miniature-sized pear between the pair of them despite the abundance of spring blossoms, and our plum tree had this one lone purple jewel. While I don’t fully understand why the other twelve baby plums abandoned the tree early on, and even though the one that remained was slightly smaller than a ping-pong ball, I am grateful it bore fruit again this year. It gives me hope for the future.

Have I borne any fruit this year? I think so... although I’m sure I haven’t been as productive as I could’ve or should’ve been. The Lord is gracious and slow to anger, but I sure hope He doesn’t find it necessary to dig about and ‘dung’ me in order to make me more fruitful.

Happy National Creme-Filled Doughnut Day!

2009-09-14T08:40:00.013-04:00

"Of the first of your dough ye shall give unto the LORD an heave offering in your generations." --Numbers 15:21

Sometimes when I want to be inspired to take a picture or to make an ordinary day not so ordinary, I look to see if the day has been designated as a national holiday. What does it take for a day to become designated as a national holiday? Doesn't a resolution or something have to be passed by Congress? And why would anyone designate a day to become National Creme-Filled Doughnut Day? Or National Goof Off Day? Or National Sea Monkey Day? I don't know, but I thoroughly enjoyed my creme-filled donut this morning. Maybe I'll even hug a crabby stranger today or eat a hoagie. By the way, what is doodle soup?

The Etymology of Hypocrite

2009-09-12T18:05:00.007-04:00

"An hypocrite with his mouth destroyeth his neighbor: but through knowledge shall the just be delivered." --Proverbs 11:9 KJV

While reading Proverbs 11 yesterday, as I came across verse 9, it struck me how apropos it was. Just a few days ago, President Obama addressed a joint session of Congress concerning the health care issue. When he stated the plan would not insure illegal immigrants, one of the representatives shouted out, "You lie". Then yesterday morning, I learned that commentators like Glenn Beck were revealing several lies being told by the present administration regarding the president's plan. Another one is no government funding for abortion. Interestingly, I understand that some government funds are already being used in both cases. Many people in our country and even others are making the observation that this present administration is attempting to transform the U.S. into a socialist nation. Thank God for people like Glenn Beck and media outlets like Fox News who are researching and sharing knowledge of the truth.

As I read verse 9 again this morning, having been a homeschool mom and one who enjoys the study of language, I noticed the prefix hypo- in hypocrite. Hypo- means "under". "Under what?" I wondered, so I researched the etymology of hypocrite. I knew the Greeks used it as a word for actors, but I wanted to know what crites means. It comes from the Greek krinein , which means "to separate, sift, decide, or judge". The sense is like an actor, who knows what s(he) is going to say beforehand , but must wait to say it in response to and after sifting or judging what his/her fellow actor or the audience has said. I find it interesting and a bit scary to consider a double meaning... that hypocrites are 'under judgment'. Hasn't there been a bit of pretense in all of us at one time or another?

Black Mission Figs

2009-09-11T10:46:00.018-04:00

For Isaiah had said, Let them take a lump of figs, and lay it for a plaster... and [Hezekiah] shall recover. --Isaiah 38:21

My daughter wanted to try a fresh fig, so I bought some at the co-op a few days ago. The very first bite is a bit unusual, but they are actually very tasty... and they're really good for you too. They have lots of potassium, calcium, fiber, Vitamin A, protein, and fiber. Even the Bible mentions using them for healing. So try some. They're sure to do some good, and I think you just might enjoy them too.

Afraid You'll Miss Something?

2009-09-07T21:43:00.005-04:00

Today was Labor Day. Did you have plans to do anything special or to simply get together with family or friends? Did you have that one last summer fling? Or did you feel restless, thinking that everyone else had something to do except you?

I helped some friends do some painting in their pizzeria today. It was kind of a spur of the moment thing, because... well, my family didn’t have anything planned. And besides, I couldn’t see my friends doing so much work by themselves, so I offered to help. It was so nice seeing them again. My friend, Keith made subs for lunch, and we ate outside on the green in the gazebo. Then later, he made three pizzas for me to take home to my family. Each one was specially made, including one without cheese for my daughter. He makes the best pizza, and both he and his wife are wonderful people. Although it wasn’t anything I would’ve planned for Labor Day, I was blessed.

After enjoying the pizza with my family, I wanted to get caught up with other friends and family on Facebook. I was surprised to see that many others had not made plans for the day either and had been wondering what to do, but isn’t that what most of our lives really look like most of the time? And it’s not like we didn’t do anything this Labor Day weekend. Our pastor and his wife hosted a BBQ and ice cream social at their home yesterday. So why the need to do something today? Perhaps it has something to do with something our pastor said in one of his sermons: “Resistance to rest is a mark of immaturity.” Are we sometimes like two-year-olds who don’t want to take a nap, because we’re afraid we’ll miss something?

God's Goodness

2009-09-05T13:14:00.009-04:00

"He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth." --Psalm 104:4

I milled some parsley from our garden this morning, and I have some dried oregano waiting to be milled. Spices can be expensive, but God has blessed our garden this year, and it is so rewarding to enjoy the fruit of one's labor. Isn't it?

"Tips For College & Marriage"

2009-09-04T00:25:00.006-04:00

No, this isn’t an advice column on college and married life. I never went to college, except for taking a few classes through a community college.

My daughter and I made a three-hour drive to the beach yesterday. While ordering some lunch, I noticed a paper cup sitting on top of the counter for tips. It read “Tips for College & Marriage”. Apparently, the cashier is going to college, and the cook is getting married. The cook was a young college age man, and I thought of my own son who was recently married. I want to say I gave them a tip, but I didn't have any small bills, and I wanted to give more than the little bit of change I had. I would come back.

Later, while making the traditional purchase of salt water taffy before heading home, I noticed another tip cup that read, “Tips for College”. I was tempted to pull out a pen and paper, but I didn’t, because I remembered that I hadn't really gone to college. Instead, I pulled out a single green piece of ‘paper’ and put it in the cup. I wonder if it really was for college since the boy behind the counter looked about fourteen, but I guess it’s never too early to start planning, right? Perhaps I should have told him that the best tips, "... all things that pertain to life and godliness..." can be found in God's Word.