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I’m smitten with the color indigo these days, so when I saw something like this on Pinterest, I was inspired to try my hand at making my own. I simply followed this tutorial, and voilá….look what happened!

I know not everyone likes modern “art,” but I’m pretty happy with the way it turned out and have it hanging in my dining area. I think I could really enjoy doing more of this mixing colors and playing with paint! Oh yes, I think I will be doing more of this. Making it was a fraction of the cost I would have paid to buy a 24 x 36 original..haha.. and it’s just so much fun!

Ribba Frame | Paper | Paint

8C1A0169I know in my last post I said I was 99.999% sure I wasn’t going to keep this blog. But a close friend and mentor advised me to keep writing [in this space in this season], so that is what I am going to do, for now.

I’m not totally sure why or how often or what in the world I will write about, but for now, I’m going to follow her advice and stay the course and just write.

Just because…she said to…

Pictured: The Inspired Room by Melissa Michaels

….must come to an end! I started blogging at my original blog home in 2005…wow…10 years ago.

When I started writing the blogging world was very different than it is today.

It wasn’t about making money or people pushing an agenda.

Facebook had not made its official debut.

Twitter…what was that?

Blogging was about building relationships…Ann and Tonia and Deb , Amanda and Dawn and several others of us just sharing our hearts and lives with one another.

I moved my blog to this space mostly because I wanted more control over my design.

I wanted to write a blog that would give others a candid glimpse into the heart of one who was learning to live in Christ alone.

My host subscription is up for renewal in April.

I’ve been asking God if I should continue to write here.

Maybe He is calling me to other things like “living a quiet life” and “working with my hands.”

I’ve tried to hang on here….because I love to take photographs and write and express what my heart knows.

But it seems maybe, all long, that was my plan and not His!

So, if by chance, someone does happen to stop by, thank you for being a part of my life here….adieu and happy trails!


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  • Dawn

    Many sighs. I am sad because I so miss those days in the beginning. My blog started in 2005. Such a sweet time it was.
    Blessings on you, friend.
    Dawn xoxoxReplyCancel

    • Debi

      I am sad too,Dawn. I’m sure you, of all people, know how difficult this is for me, but…
      Blessings,
      DebiReplyCancel

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“…does a bee know it’s going to die if it stings somebody?”  

—All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

Last week was wonderful—and it was horrible.

It was wonderful because I was surrounded by the little foundational family God gifted to me—my husband and three beautiful daughters.

Memories were made, memories re-lived; there was laughter and good tears.

It was horrible because I realized, at some point, I had put down the supernatural weapons of God’s grace and chosen, instead, to use those which are natural to my flesh—my feelings.

I replaced the Gift that cost Jesus His very life with a cheap vanity-fair lie I had been window-shopping for a while—the kind of lie peddled in places children of the Light are warned to never go.

I considered the lie.

I bought it.

I decorated the interior of my mind with it.

I entertained it in my heart until it gave birth to more than just thoughts.

And then, with the sting of my tongue, I released it.

And once I had articulated and spewed the venom of my discontent?

The circumstances were still the same; the people who hurt me were still the same; the difficult situations were still the same.

Nothing had changed but me.

The beauty of the Life of Christ—my only hope of glory—had begun to ebb and die in me!

I forgot that, although the lie contained truth about “hard” people and situations in my life—He’s given me EVERYTHING I need for Life and Godliness.

Today I am thanking God that His mercies are new every morning—that He loves me so much that He directed me to one small line in a book I am reading to bring me back to the Light and Life found only in Him. And that He is faithful even when I am not.

 

“For His divine power has bestowed on us [absolutely] everything necessary for [a dynamic spiritual] life and godliness…” 2 Peter 1:3
It is because of the Lord’s loving kindnesses that we are not consumed, Because His [tender] compassions never fail. They are new every morning; Great and beyond measure is Your faithfulness.  Lamentations 3:22-23

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Waiting—for I Don’t Wait Anymore by Grace Thornton to arrive in my mailbox after it’s soon-to-be release. I’ve pre-ordered it on Amazon and am looking forward to reading it because I think I will be able to totally identify with it.

Here’s why.

“So she found herself wrestling with God. Who is He if He doesn’t bring along the life…He was supposed to? And where should she go from there? When she got brutally honest with herself and asked the hard question, “Why do I think the world has more to offer than God does?” the answer was stunning. Her honesty led to the path God had for her. One that would write a story for her life that was even better than the one she had dreamed for herself. Grace decided to let go of her expectations of the way life “should be” and grasp God’s hand for the adventure He had for her.”

Our “supposed to’s” might be different, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been confronted with the same hard question! How about you?

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Ironically, you may be reading this post because you clicked on a link in your Facebook feed. When I publish a post on my blog, it automatically links to FB. If you want to like or comment, please do so here on my blog because I’m not there—on Facebook.

After Christmas, I decided to remove the Facebook app from my all my devices. I had become totally addicted to clicking that little FB icon. I am so very glad I took the plunge and deleted it. I feel alive again and am doing things I hadn’t done in months—even years!

I have begun to read again. We are into the third week of January, and I have read two books—one 600 pages—and just bought one more to read this weekend.

I have been cooking more.

I am spending more time in the Word.

I am memorizing Scripture—at this moment Psalm 27.

I have more time to minister to others—not just think about doing it but actually DO it.

I am actually meeting friends face-to-face for coffee and lunch.

I have been making art.

I have been cleaning out closets—purging purging purging.

I went on a movie and dinner date with my husband. I can’t tell you the last time I did that! We went to see Joy last weekend. I had no idea what it was about when I went, but I liked it!

My days seem longer and more fulfilling. I feel more focused.

I am still having a hard time writing. I seem to think in bytes—my brain has been in information overload for so long—but hopefully, I will be able to recover the ability to meditate and take the time to give expression to what I hear.

Maybe someday I will be able to return to Facebook with restraint, but for now, I am going to prime the pump to get the fountain flowing again and quietly type out my life over here.

  • Hi Debi,

    You commented on my blog yesterday and I’m delighted to find your space! Deleting FB is a big deal for many and the hours we find when we cut back on social media…whew! Thank you for sharing what you are doing! By the way, I clicked on some of your links and the making art link didn’t work.ReplyCancel

    • Debi

      Hi Mary…thanks for stopping by! And thank you for telling me about the broken link….it is hopefully now fixed!ReplyCancel

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What if I stopped trying to make things happen according to my idea of what I thought my life should look like at any particular minute of any particular hour of any particular day.

What if I stopped trying to conform to the standards others have set for me according to established tradition.

What if I stopped trying to hurry to make sure I got the perfect seat or place in line or opportunity or recognition.

What if I began to truly believe I would arrive at the places I need to go at just the right time—no sooner, no later.

What if I believed that, wherever I find myself—first or twentieth or two hundredth on the rung of the ladder—is my perfect place.

What if I began to live in the rhythm of grace and not the chaos of the flesh.