Saturday, January 30, 2016

Abstract Saturday

What's in today's tile?

Maybe we need a close up of the top tile:



See the cute little puppy?  Something like this?




Monday, January 25, 2016

Dreaming

Can't remember if I've shared this before. I dream a lot. I also have nightmares. Sometimes I know I am dreaming and know if I can yell, I can wake myself up. It works. When I don't realize I'm dreaming I might yell because I'm scared or whatever. I've told Michael that if he hears me making noise, trying to scream to please wake me up. It works.

Sometime this morning, after the sun was up, I tried to fall back asleep. I was so tired. For some reason, (most likely because I recently told Elisabeth about a terrifying incident with a peeping Tom) I looked up at the window to check if it was open. I saw a shadow. I stared for a moment longer and saw a hand reaching to open the window further.

I yelled to Michael that someone was at the window. He didn't wake up. I thought the shadow might disappear, but it didn't. The hand reached into the window. I began screaming. I felt Michael shaking me to wake me up. I screamed, "I AM NOT SLEEPING!!!! THEY ARE COMING IN THE WINDOW!" I continued to scream and he continued to shake me.

I finally woke up.

I lay there a moment trying to get my bearings as I truly thought I was awake in the dream. Finally I turned to Michael, "thank-you for waking me up. Please don't ever believe me if I scream I AM NOT SLEEPING."

Dreams can be so weird.

Truthfully,
Joanne

"But I will give you many wonderful gifts and honors if you tell me what the dream was and what it means."  Dan. 2:6

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Abstract Saturday

What do you see?


A Norseman, Viking?  Something like this:

That's what I see. Next time you are looking at my tile, see if you can find him.

Truthfully,
Joanne

Your eyes will see strange things. (Proverbs 23:33)

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

What A Wonderful World

I have posted about this song before, here and here. Over the weekend it was running through my head. As the lyrics formed, something didn't feel right. As I suspected, I was singing it wrong, lol. Not the first time this has happened. It truly is a wonderful world.

I see trees of green, red roses too (The next line was what I had wrong.)


I see them bloom for me and you (Icing in blue, for me and you....)
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white


The bright blessed day and the dark sacred night

And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky


Are also on the faces
Of people goin' by


I see friends shakin' hands
Sayin', "How do you do?"
They're really sayin'
"I love you"
I hear babies cry,

I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

Don't you think Satchmo was right?
What a wonderful world
You were right, Pops

Truthfully,
Joanne

Psalm 89:15 Blessed are the people who know the joyful sound! They walk, O Lord, in the light of Your countenance.

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Abstract Saturday

I've been wanting to try this for some time. I hope you all don't think I've lost my mind. I love abstract art. I tend to find faces and people while studying a piece. I also find faces in woodwork, tile, anywhere a design can hide people. If I was paranoid, I'd swear these were done on purpose. I could be one of those people who finds Jesus in a pancake, or at least his perceived likeness.

In our new bathroom tile, I have found many interesting characters. One night, when the light was dim, I saw a lady in a bathtub, wearing glasses, and smiling. I wanted to snap a photo but didn't have my phone. The next day, no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find her again. That's the problem with not capturing it when you see it. But even a photo doesn't show the image quite the way I see it. I was browsing through the many photos I've taken and can't for the life of me remember or see a face, nothing.

In light of photos not being able to capture it quite the same, (or maybe it's the photographer) my goal is to share them with you, my readers, what treasures I find, and ask if you see the same thing that I do. Maybe you will see something completely different. Please share. Welcome to Abstract Saturday.


Do you see him? He's in the center tile. He's wearing a hat and has a beard. I don't know if this photo will help, but here is a similar photo next to it to give you an idea what I see.

I look forward to sharing more finds with you. If you happen to be at my house, I welcome you to study my tile and see what interesting things you find.

Truthfully,
Joanne

 "What is hidden he brings forth to light." (Job 28:11)

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Happy First


Mr. Beckham it's hard to believe you are a one year old!

You came into this world a little peanut, 

and didn't waste any time growing into the sweet boy you are. 

You are happy all of the time. I don't remember any baby as happy as you.
You took your time crawling, waiting until 10 months, because you are generally content with whatever is going on around you. Now you are trying to stand by yourself and moving all over the place. You are a jumper. You will jump for 15 minutes straight. I wish I had your energy.

You are very expressive and love being center of attention. You aren't thrilled when Gramma has another baby in her arms and crawl or stretch to get to me. It warms my heart that you are genuinely happy to see me and hold your chubby little arms out for me to pick you up. How could I not? 

You used to love when I rocked you to sleep, but now you enjoy the world around you so much you get a little distracted and forget how nice it is to cuddle. But you will snuggle when you are tired and even sit quietly in my lap for a very long time. Oh, but you love to jump.

Happy Birthday Beckham!


Truthfully,
Joanne

"Happy are those who are strong in the Lord, who want above all else to follow your steps."(Ps. 84:5)

Wednesday, January 06, 2016

Forever Mommy

This post goes out to Mommy. I don't know you. You don't know me. I can only guess the story behind this.

Here is my best guess. Your little girl, such a sweetie, wanted to give you a special present for Christmas. Daddy helped her pick out just the right beads. Your daughter strung each bead, a heart, a butterfly, the letters of her mommy's name, another heart, more beads, mom's favorite colors. She carefully placed it in a box, wrapped it with love, and placed it under the tree.

Christmas morning she presented you with her sweetly wrapped box. You were filled with joy as she tied it around your wrist. You thanked her. She beamed with pride and joy.

Her first day back to school, you took the dog for a walk. Later, when your daughter came home from school, she noticed your bracelet was missing. You assured her you had not removed it. It must have fallen off when you were walking.

Tears filled her eyes. You comforted her and felt sadness that you lost this precious gift she worked so hard to make. You promised to take her to the store to buy more beads. Possibly you suggested she make matching bracelets for the two of you.

Now I want to tell you the rest of the story. Another mommy took her dog for a walk today. Her heart hurt deeply, tears with every step. Three months ago, this mommy lost her only son. He was 28.  Her pain is unimaginable. Her grief is overwhelming, the tears uncontrollable. Every day she waits, watches, looks for a sign from God that her son is okay. She needs to know He sees her broken heart. Today, in the midst of the rain, she found her sign. There it was lying in a mud puddle: A bracelet with the word MOMMY.

I hope you have recovered from your loss. Your loss became a precious gift to someone very dear to me. I don't believe it was an accident. Thank-you to the one who strung those letters together. Your mommy may have lost it, but it was found by another mommy and will be cherished forever.

Thank-you God!

Truthfully,
Joanne
“Take heed that you do not despise one of these little ones, for I say to you that in heaven their angels always see the face of My Father who is in heaven."(Mt. 18:10)