The alarm went off at the wrong time this morning. Technically, it’s been going off at the wrong time ever since last Sunday, the Day that We Wrenched an Hour out of our Lives.
Went to 7:00 a.m. Bible study this morning and discussed various things having to do with a few verses in John 12. We traipsed merrily around the Bible to look at related passages. My brain felt impaired, but fortunately I kept my mouth shut and didn’t advertise the fact. The sky was dark when we left home, but the sun had risen by the time we left the church.
At home we’re reading in Job and Romans now. Meaty stuff. I got to a chapter in Job where he starts rolling out the sarcasm toward his “friends,” always an entertaining part.
Spent almost four hours writing a poem inspired by the book “The Magician’s Nephew” by C.S. Lewis. The poem was a writing assignment. I filled a page of scratch paper with rhyming words, 90% of which I did not use.
Forced myself to get out of the chair (the Sticky Chair, as I often think of it) to get my body moving. Physical therapy, stationary biking, getting more steps in, working in the kitchen.
I’m staring at the clock now and it’s staring back at me accusingly. Somehow I got lured into the Sticky Chair again. The kitchen is calling me and if I don’t respond, things will go all askew in our schedule.
For those of you just catching up, I’ve decided to spend a season imitating some of the masters of painting as a way to practice sketching and painting. I had a dream that I’d started with Albrecht Durer’s painting “Young Hare,” which made it a good place to start.
Albrecht Durer was born in Nuremberg, Germany in 1471 and died in 1528 at the age of 56. He gained an early reputation for his high quality woodcuts, and learned goldsmithing and drawing from his father. “Young Hare” was painted in watercolor and gouache in 1502. Another well-known painting by Durer is “Praying Hands.” In his later years, Durer was sympathetic to the teachings of Martin Luther. He wrote, “And God help me that I may go to Dr. Martin Luther; thus I intend to make a portrait of him with great care and engrave him on a copper plate to create a lasting memorial of the Christian man who helped me overcome so many difficulties.”
I shared last week my initial sketch and unfinished painting. This is how it turned out.
And here’s just my version:
I was particularly happy with the signature, which I also dreamed about. No one is going to mistake mine for the original (for one thing, my hare looks like it’s been on meager rations compared to Durer’s fat little buffer), but I was quite pleased with the way it turned out anyway.
Next week, I’ll be tackling this painting of George Washington by the American School:
Gulp. What was I thinking? This might be a short-lived experiment.
I’ll probably get rid of this hare-brained post in the morning.
Day three of adjusting to daylight savings time. I enjoy having the days be lighter later, but I have to work through the five stages of grieving over that missing hour.
On the plus side, I’ve had a tremendous break-through in trying to figure out how to print out a book using the “book fold” option in Microsoft Word. Since I am often an alien and stranger when it comes to journeys through the tech world, this is no small feat.
Let’s get to it, friends – the quotes for the week!
The truth has no defense against a fool determined to believe a lie. Mark Twain
For proof, just take a stroll through social media. There’s nothing new under the sun – this has been going on since Satan made a fool out of Eve. God’s grace is the only cure.
A seed hidden in the heart of an apple is an orchard invisible. Welsh Proverb
And if I may paraphrase, an embryo hidden in the heart of the womb is a person invisible.
Faith is the radar that sees through the fog. Corrie Ten Boom
There’s a lot of fog in this world. Praise God for giving us faith to see through it.
All knees shall bow to thee All wits shall rise And praise Him who did make and mend our eyes. George Herbert
Ah, I love that so much. He made our eyes and in Christ, He mends them.
It must be a great disappointment to God if we are not dazzled at least ten times a day. Mary Oliver
Don’t disappoint God today.
If you’re not dazzled by this post, out it goes in the morning.
Sometimes you get to the end of the jigsaw puzzle you’re working on, and find out that there’s a piece missing. While this isn’t nearly as catastrophic as reading a book and finding out that a page is missing, it’s still somewhat anticlimactic. The whole puzzle experience has been moving toward putting in that last piece, the moment of triumph!
I had borrowed this from friend Lori who had notated on the box cover where the missing piece was, so it wasn’t a cruel surprise. In case you can’t see it, the missing piece is in the red hat in the cat in the middle at the top.
Here’s what I discovered some years ago: you (yes, you!) can make your own puzzle piece to replace the lost one. Here’s what I do.
I put paper under the puzzle and pencil in the edges of the piece on it.
Then I glue the paper onto some cardboard that’s more or less the same size depth as the puzzle pieces:
When the glue is dry, I cut the piece out. This is actually not very easy – wish I could find a better way to do it. Then I make sure it fits:
Yay, it fits! After this I do my best to match the colors of the missing piece. I usually use colored pencils, but this time I wish I had used markers – it might have turned out better.
So, it’s not perfect, but it’s better than nothing, right?
This has been “Unusual Crafting with Lynniebee.”
The missing piece of this post will get fixed in the morning. Or not.
Our writing assignment last week was to take a familiar story and write it from a different perspective. I struggled the whole week to come up with something, but eventually settled on the following. See Luke 8:40-56 for the inerrant version.
What was it like to be healthy, to be whole, to be accepted into society, to be clean? Mahlah could not remember anymore, it had been so long. The flow of blood that started twelve years ago had changed everything. She’d spent all that she had on physicians. They took her money and gave her medicines, but nothing changed. Friends and family gradually began to stay away, as if being with her would transfer her condition to them. Mahlah did not understand why the good God had appointed her to bear this affliction, but she knew He was a faithful God. She cried out to Him day and night to come and heal her, to lift this curse from her. At times, it was hard not to sink into despair, but the psalms were her comfort and hope. “Wait on the LORD; be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart; Wait, I say, on the LORD!” So she waited in hope.
The year Mahlah’s affliction began, Jairus and his wife had a child after many long years of waiting. Mahlah rejoiced with the rest of their village as the new parents showed off their tiny daughter, the only child that was given to them as it turned out. Mahlah felt that in some strange way their lives were bound together, as from a distance she watched the girl, Tabitha, growing up. “Tabitha is four years old now and I have been four years in this wilderness,” she would say to herself. Seeing the girl full of health and vitality was somehow a balm to her own soul. And in this way twelve years had gone by.
A multitude had gathered this day because Jesus had returned. Mahlah had heard of Jesus – who had not? There were stories of him performing miracles of healing. Many speculated that Jesus was the long-awaited Messiah, the promised One! Others were saying he was from the devil, but Mahlah had thought, “Why would the devil bring healing?” Normally Mahlah would stay on the fringes of any crowd, fearful of being recognized as unclean and sent away. But today her heart was lifted up in hope; she believed this man Jesus could heal her and she was determined to ask him.
Before she could make her way to him, a voice rang out, a voice of desperation. Even from where she was, Mahlah saw Jairus sink at Jesus’s feet. The crowd fell silent as Jairus begged Jesus to come to his house where his daughter was dying. Tabitha, dying! It cannot be! Mahlah was stunned by this news and watched as Jesus began to make his way to the house of Jairus. Mahlah could hardly see him now as the crowd hemmed him in on every side. “I will not stop him from going to Tabitha,” thought Mahlah, “It is enough if I can touch the hem of his garment as he goes by.” She pushed her way through to his side and while she still had the courage, she touched his robe at the very edge. Immediately she knew her flow of blood stopped; she had been made whole. With joy, she turned to push her way out of the crowd.
“Who touched me?” Jesus asked. Mahlah wanted to hide. “Somebody touched me, for I perceived power going out from me,” he continued and as he scanned the crowd, he caught her eye. For a moment, it was as if they were the only two people there. He knew it was her and she could see that there was no hiding from him, as if anyone could. She trembled and fell down before him, telling him why she had touched him and how she had been healed.
“Daughter, be of good cheer; your faith has made you well. Go in peace,” Jesus said. Just as Mahlah was marveling at this tremendous blessing, this gift of love, someone came to Jairus to tell him not to trouble the Teacher any longer, for his daughter was dead. Mahlah felt all her joy bleed back into sorrow as she thought of the delay she had caused Jesus. At that moment she would have gladly traded her healing to give Tabitha back her life. She looked back up into Jesus’s eyes, but his focus now was on Jairus.
“Do not be afraid,” he told Jairus, “only believe, and she will be made well.” With that Jesus resumed his walk toward Jairus’s house, the crowd still following. But Mahlah had heard everything she needed to hear. She did not need to follow the crowd to know that she would see Tabitha again, alive, whole and happy. Mahlah’s twelve years of affliction had ended, and Tabitha’s twelve years of life would be made new.
I’ll probably procrastinate and struggle to delete this in the morning.
I went out on a short walk today, the first one I’ve taken outside since the knee replacement surgery. I’ve been out walking at the grocery store, but that doesn’t count.
I went to visit a neighbor who had her knee replacement surgery a month before mine and has had a very hard time of it in recovery. It was a good reminder for me to be praying for her. We both agreed that we had not yet gotten to the point of being glad we’d had the surgery, but assumed that in one year’s time, we’ll feel that way.
Faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. Hebrews 11:1
It felt good to get outside on this relatively warm day in March. Can spring be far behind?
Greetings, my good and faithful readers. Sometimes I wonder why you stick with me; I often dole out very meager fare. But here you are, once again, making your way through another of my meandering blog posts. If there was a medal that I could give out to you, I would.
Let’s meander over to the workshop now. I wanted to paint a lake scene with a canoe in it for my husband for his birthday. Secondly (which I can say, even though I neglected to say “firstly”), I wanted to paint from a photo, rather than copying someone else’s watercolor painting. I went to the internet and called for aid, and the internet answered. Thank you, Mr. Internet. And of course, ultimately, thanks be to God for making this beautiful world in which we find lakes, forests, mountains and red canoes.
Meanwhile, I’m still working on the first painting from my Great Idea of last week: Albrecht Durer’s rabbit. The Great Idea
I’ve learned from watching the portrait show how important the first sketch is for settling the outline and getting the right proportions. I still need practice doing that, obviously, but I’m not one to start all over. Press on and all that.
As I said, in progress! Hopefully it will be done by next week.
Forgetting what lies behind and pressing on toward what lies ahead, I will delete this in the morning.
I went out at sunset in search of the blood moon. Alas, I had not done my research. It was actually supposed to be visible this morning. That’s the bad news. The “good” news is that it was too cloudy here to see it this morning anyway.
Here are a few quotes for you to ponder with me.
Sooner or later, everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences. Robert Louis Stevenson
Have you had one of those banquets lately?
Nothing touches our lives but it is God Himself speaking. Do we discern His hand or only mere occurrence? Get into the habit of saying, “Speak, Lord,” and life will become a romance. Every time circumstances press, say “Speak, Lord,” and make time to listen. Oswald Chambers
Speak, Lord, your servant is listening.
Worry often gives a small thing a great shadow. Swedish Proverb
Isn’t it the truth?
Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead. Benjamin Franklin
Ha ha! That’s very droll.
The world is full of poems, but you have to be quiet to hear them. Mary Oliver
I love that so much. Here’s a poem for you, but make sure you’re quiet enough to hear it:
I’ll be deleting this by the light of the Blog Moon in the morning.
The month of March is upon us, which means that I can at last put a halt to my insufficient efforts to keep the poinsettia alive. It’s time to set it free out in the wild.
Our compost heap may not look exactly like “free out in the wild,” but it’s all relative. The plant has been freed from the shackles of the green plastic pot. It has gone from our tame and dull home to a place where birds might alight next to it (or even on it!) or some little critter might scamper around its leaves. Like I said, free and wild.
I look forward to this ritual every year. The poinsettia had company this year: a dozen Valentine roses that had gasped their last breath and diminished into themselves.
And now, a bonus photo for you:
Sunrise through the trees! Looks positively molten, doesn’t it? The photo didn’t turn out the way I expected, but I ended up liking it anyway.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning after it has gasped its last breath.
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