Goodthoughts

Catching a Dream!

2012-01-26T12:25:00-05:00

I've had a dream for almost 8 years of starting a ukulele band at our church. I know it's a little crazy. I get amused looks from friends when I talk about it. They weren't exactly knocking at our door to sign up...until NOW! You see there's always been one problem, I actually have no talent for singing or playing the ukulele. Yeah, that's kind of important you might say.

I love my friend Ruth. She always has a smile on her face. Ruth understood my dream. She bought a ukulele of her own two years ago. Ruth was ready to join the band! She even learned to play Swing Low Sweet Chariot. But what we really needed was a leader. Somebody who could play the ukulele like a pro...but most importantly...somebody who knew how to have a good time.

That person turned out to be under our nose all along. She was Ruth's sister, Judy. Judy is a guitar teacher in Roanoke. I never dreamed she would consider coming all the way to Chatham to lead our band. But one day I asked her... and low and behold...she said YES!! She's perfect! She's a talented teacher. She loves God. And she has a huge notebook of old hymns and silly songs!

So, a couple of Sundays ago we had the very first practice of the Chatham Baptist Church Ukulele Band in our den. We had 8 people come(Chuck's taking the picture)! Judy taught us Rock-a-My Soul in the Bosom of Abraham and we laughed a lot as we tried to make our fingers land on the right spot! Judy wants us to not just strum down like we're chopping wood. She she says we also need to strum up... so we'll sound more melodious.

I'm having a problem on my upstroke. I keep accidentally sticking my finger in the hole of my ukulele. Judy says I'm going to be trouble!! You know, I think I'm really going to enjoy this ukulele band!!

Merry Christmas, Jesus!

2011-12-25T08:14:30-05:00

This is the Children's Time I'll being doing during our worship service on Christmas Day.

Merry Christmas, boys and girls! Today we're celebrating Jesus' birthday. You know, God sent his son, Jesus, down to earth to be born as a little baby. Do you know why God sent him? One reason was to show us what God was like; to let us see a person who could really live his life the way God wanted him to live it. Jesus was our example...to teach us by his actions just how we should live.

Just imagine that clear starry night that Jesus was born in the stable with the cows and sheep and donkeys watching. He looked like any other baby being born that night but he was very special. He came to earth to show God's love to all of us. Jesus was pure LOVE!

So here at church on Christmas Day, I thought we could give Jesus a special gift. Let's tell him all the things we can think of that we love about him.

Jesus loves everybody...good people...bad people...everybody!

Jesus notices people that others ignore.

Jesus cares about sick people and heals them.

Jesus is humble...drawing attention to God and others and not himself.

Jesus is friendly.

Jesus obeys his heavenly father.

Jesus is thankful.

Jesus fed people who were hungry.

Jesus is kind.

Jesus treats children with love and respect and they love him.

Jesus talks to God every day.

Jesus showed love even when he died on the cross.

Jesus forgives people.

Jesus always does what God wants him to do every moment of every day.

Jesus takes time to help people in need.

Jesus listens to people who talk to him.

Jesus is God's son.

Jesus knows we're not perfect, but he loves us anyway.

Jesus likes it when we love him back.

Jesus wants us all to be a part of his family.

Wow! That's a lot of things to love about Jesus. But one of the best things is that after he died on the cross and went back to heaven, he didn't leave us here on earth all alone. God sent his Holy Spirit to live in the hearts of everybody who loves Jesus. God's spirit sort of changes our "want to" so that we can live with love for others like Jesus showed us. And showing love for others is the best gift we can give Jesus on Christmas Day and every day!!

Shelling peas

2011-08-16T20:15:22-04:00

There was a touch of fall in the air today. The 100+ temperatures that we had a couple of weeks ago are thankfully gone. So I decided it was the perfect day to sit on the front porch and shell peas. I bought these purple hull peas at a little produce stand near our house. You don't see these in the grocery stores much but I learned to love them when we lived in south Georgia and everybody there grew them.

I dumped the peas out of the brown bag onto a metal tray sitting on the little table in front of our wicker loveseat on the porch. I was amazed at how gracefully those half dried up purple hull peas had landed on my yellow tray. Why is it that randomness is often so beautiful? Look at how those two peas in the lower right corner are turning up at just the right angle to balance the whole composition in a whimsical sort of way.

So then I sat down and started shelling peas. The greenish peas with the bright red eyes looked so pretty in the old fashioned ceramic mixing bowl my sister gave me years ago. The red eye of the pea echoed the color of the pod perfectly.

Not only are these peas beautiful but they come in their own biodegradable carrying case with a soft little membrane inside to keep them comfy till somebody like me pops them open! God must have thought a long time before he made purple hull peas!

I thought their colors looked really pretty with the pillow on the loveseat!! I don't think I've ever had such a good time shelling peas! Tomorrow they'll give up their beautiful colors to a pot of boiling water and turn a very "unamazing" shade of grayish brown . But what those little peas lose in beauty they'll more than make up for in taste! Sounds like a fair trade to me!

The art of soup

2011-06-02T08:52:26-04:00

There's an art to making vegetable soup. It's a slow and deliberate process. Mindfulness comes in handy when chopping with a sharp knife!!

Being a full steam ahead kind of gal, it's good for me to have to shift into low gear and remind myself of the joy of being slow.

Onion...chop, chop, chop...brings the familiar burst of pungent fragrance and watery eyes.

Celery needs washing and stringing before chopping. Today I cut off all the stalks, washed them and put what I didn't chop for the soup in a zip lock bag. I looked over at the bottom of the celery plant that remained and noticed its beautiful flower-like pattern. I'd never taken the time to notice that before. Interesting how God managed to create beauty in the most obscure places.

The onions and celery sauteed with a soft bubbly sound while I chopped the potatoes and breathed their earthy smell. The finished carrots chopped in tiny orange circles sprawled on the cutting board waiting to join the soup.

This soup is all veggie and loaded with beans, corn, okra, tomatoes, roasted red pepper, rice, and teeny farfalle pasta and enough paprika and cayenne to give it a little kick. A melange of smells, tastes and colors creating comfort food that nourishes body and soul.

So even though the funeral home clock in our little town says 104 degrees...it's soup day at our house!! And we have two things to be thankful for today...our yummy soup...and our air conditioning!!

Roses for Mother's Day

2011-05-07T21:45:00-04:00

When I was a little girl everybody at church always wore a rose on Mother's Day. A red rose meant your mother was living and a white rose showed she had passed away. I remember going outside with Mama to pick a little red rose off the bush. Mama would carefully pin the pretty red rose to my Sunday dress with a straight pin. I was always glad that my rose was red.

This week our roses on the fence are in full bloom just in time for Mother's Day. I'm fortunate to still have my sweet Mama alive and well. She visited us for a couple of months in the late winter and Chuck and I really enjoyed having her smiling face with us.

I'm thankful for the things my mom taught me as a child. It was plain everyday living with a lot of laughing together and hugs. Chocolate pudding and pie was a yummy thread in life's fabric, that gave us a reason to sit and talk with each other. And I learned without being conscious of it, that life had a pattern to it. That being kind and being yourself...and having fun and loving God were all part of the same thing...just the way life was lived.

I'm also thankful that Mama and I still have such a good time when we're together today. And I notice the little ways she finds to be kind and loving to each person who crosses her path. Of course, she still has a little chocolate in the afternoon to sweeten the journey!! Love you, Mama! Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day everyone!

So give your father and mother joy! May she who gave you birth be happy.

Proverbs 23:25

Scrambled pansies

2011-04-16T15:14:35-04:00

Scrambled pansies sounds like a new sidedish Rachael Ray may have cooked up, but these pansies weren't scrambled in a skillet on the stove! No, they were scrambled on my computer, in my head and with my hands. And why would I want to scramble pansies? Aren't pansies beautiful just the way God made them?

The thing I love about art is the creative process. It's a need to deconstruct reality, rearrange the composition, crank up the color and leave a little bit of yourself and your emotions shining through the work. It's the hope of endless possibilites. It's the only way I know to wear myself out and totally pep myself up at the same time!

So, here's how the pansies got scrambled. I started with a photo looking straight down at the pansies and forget-me-nots growing in front of our fence. See that yellow pansy on the far left side? See if you can find him on the finished version. I cropped a portion of this picture and opened it in Photoshop. I then filtered the image to look like a drybrush painting.

I generated about 40 random patterns on the pattern maker. Look how the elements in the original photo are scrambled up. The white fence is "growing" in slivers in the ground with the flowers. The combinations are infinite, but I chose the one I like best and moved on.

Now, the fun part begins. With Photoshop's large selection of brushes and my Wacom pad and stylus I can paint with almost the same feel I have with real paints and brushes. So I started choosing brushes and colors and just got lost in painting for a while. But unlike, real paint, I can use different color overlays and light sources to scramble things up even more! I painted all sorts of shapes (a triangle, my symbol for God's serendipitous guidance, seems to have crept in!) and colors over the patterned photograph. I cropped it to more of a square shape and thought I was finished. I love the colors and the movement in it. Can you find the pansies?

Today I decided to see if I could take it a step further with a new version. I wanted it to look even more springy and happy. I used some special effects with some gradient changes that focused it into a circle and a vivid light source that made it scream "happy" for me.

I noticed when I got through that one of the shapes looks like a question mark, not something I intended, but I like the idea! Questions and triangles...inspired by the springtime pansies...as they sing their happy love song to God.

Spring is back and so am I!!

2011-04-09T15:43:17-04:00

Spring is my most favorite season of the year!!! I love the freshness and colors of life beginning. I love seeing the daffodils share their smiling faces once again after a year of waiting. Like the daffodils, I've been taking some time off to live and think at a slower pace for a while. It's been a time well spent for me, but I'm ready to get back again to sharing my art, gardening and dreams with all of you! Stay tuned.

Bugs and blooms

2010-06-29T21:20:49-04:00

You know, when you're trying to garden organically...you're going to run into a few bugs! Here's a look at our vegetable and flower garden where the bugs are enjoying some of the plants as much as we are. The secret to staying ahead may just be to plant so much stuff you can afford to lose a few now and then. So, come on in...and welcome to this year's garden! And I know what you're thinking... it's not 2011... but I can't figure out how to change the title...so you'll just have to remember it's really 2010!!

What is God like?

2010-05-21T21:38:06-04:00

Debbie Warnock

Resurrection

2010-04-03T20:11:34-04:00

The painting is "Easter Morn" by Chinese artist He Qi.

It's been a lovely spring day! The dogwood blossoms are opening in Easter greeting to the warm sunshine. Daffodils are smiling all over town. The birds are gathering bits of grass and straw...singing their nesting songs. The warmth of new life has replaced our cold, dead winter. It seems that all of nature is shouting out the resurrection story! It's a story we long to hear again each year...for it's triumphant and hopeful like spring!

Here's the story as told in the gospel of Matthew.

After the Sabbath, as the first light of the new week dawned, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary came to keep vigil at the tomb. Suddenly the earth reeled and rocked under their feet as God's angel came down from heaven, came right up to where they were standing. He rolled back the stone and then sat on it. Shafts of lightning blazed from him. His garments shimmered snow-white. The guards at the tomb were scared to death. They were so frightened, they couldn't move.

The angel spoke to the women: "There is nothing to fear here. I know you're looking for Jesus, the One they nailed to the cross. He is not here. He was raised, just as he said. Come and look at the place where he was placed.

"Now, get on your way quickly and tell his disciples, 'He is risen from the dead. He is going on ahead of you to Galilee. You will see him there.' That's the message."

The women, deep in wonder and full of joy, lost no time in leaving the tomb. They ran to tell the disciples. Then Jesus met them, stopping them in their tracks. "Good morning!" he said. They fell to their knees, embraced his feet, and worshiped him. Jesus said, "You're holding on to me for dear life! Don't be frightened like that. Go tell my brothers that they are to go to Galilee, and that I'll meet them there." --Matthew 28:1-10, the Message