COUSINS

We had a sweet visit with our New Mexico cousins this past week.

We enjoyed long conversations together, worship nights, pony rides, and nostalgic holiday meals.

We spent an afternoon at the beach where we had our special baptism years ago.

It was a joy to be together again, even if only for a little while.

(It was yesterday Nova was the little yellow-haired cutie pie in this wetsuit!)

Memories were made.

Goodbye cousins...We miss you already!

Until we meet again...

"I thank my God in all my remembrance of you,

always in every prayer of mine for you all making my prayer with joy."
Philippians 1:3-4

SOD

What a difference a little green can make!

We love a good family project.

"Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men."

Colossians 3:23

KITCHEN UPDATE - CABINETS

{thanks to our very kind neighbors}

(waiting on that dishwasher panel)

A bright spot on an otherwise difficult day this past week...

God's timing is always so right.

(pot filler, backsplash, and hood trim here)

We are so grateful.

Next comes countertops, hardware, faucet fixtures, and a few more finishing details...

It's hard to believe our kitchen is finally almost done!

It's already the heart of our home.

"Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever!"
Psalm 106:1

SLEEPY TOES

{savoring the days}

"As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you."

Isaiah 66:13

BLANK

I've always preferred a blank canvas sort of home. Simple. Clean lines.

White on which to paint the life we lead. Minimal amidst all that we are.

. . . . . .

Over time and as the Lord peels back the many layers of my life, exposing more and more raw with each passing year and with every pruning experience, what I see He leaves behind is an increasingly blank-canvas-me on which to stroke the brush. A prism of multicolor choices, rightfully His to apply, rebuild with new and varied layers stacked upon the blank and in the same way I view my home life...I can see how He forges my heart life His. I am His to create.

Blank.

"Then the Lord God formed the man of dust from the ground and breathed

into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living creature."

Genesis 2:7

I remember once after watching the narrated movie, Earth, as a family...Brodie, just a boy, said,

"It was like listening to someone go on and on about an amazing painting without giving any credit to the artist."

I love that.

He got it.

I see myself the same.

Who am I to think I have the right to tell the Creator how to create?

"But who are you, O man, to answer back to God?

Will what is molded say to its molder, 'Why have you made me like this?'"

Romans 9:20

"Know that the Lord, he is God! It is he who made us, and we are his."

Psalm 100:3

Why would I think, based on what I read in Scripture,

that I should choose the layers, colors, overall composition for the Artist?"

"But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay,

and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand."

Isaiah 64:8

"Woe to him who strives with him who formed him,
    a pot among earthen pots!
Does the clay say to him who forms it, ‘What are you making?’
    or ‘Your work has no handles’?"

Isaiah 45:9

He is the Potter. I am the clay. He is the Painter. I am the canvas.

Blank.

"For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them."

Psalm 139:13-16