Creativity begets Creativity

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I am learning to crochet things like hats, scarves and amigurumi. Yes, amigurumi. This is a Japanese word for crocheted or knitted stuffed toy. They are sooo adorable! I am not fluent in that type of crocheting yet, but I do want to be one day. I think those little boogers are adorable! Here are a few examples from around the web:

Aren’t they precious??

This cuteness overload has inspired me to make my own. I can’t post what I’ve made yet, because they are for Christmas presents. But – I’ve been doing an awful lot of crocheting. And that has led to some good “thinking” time about my other creative outlets. I start imagining what kind of non-yarn-ish gifts I can make for my friends and family while creating this fun projects. Then, my mind turns to my stories. And then my messy house (no, it’s not a fun project, but a project, nonetheless.

I also brainstorm about how to organize my house in the most efficient manner in order to get all of my crafty stuff in here. My hubby has taken over the dining room with his hobby (bikes), so that’s out of the question. But I COULD clean out the hall closet and use it for what it’s supposed to be used.

Then I think about ways to make my life more time efficient. And I brainstorm about calendars, weight loss and exercise. (I tend to brainstorm a lot… have you noticed? :) )

I find that all the creative time I spend crocheting actually helps me with my other creative endeavors. Well, all except for the clean house part.

What are you creative outlets?


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Death. Grief. Sorrow.

Those aren’t words that any of us like, especially when they involve those closest to us.

I don’t pretend to understand sorrow, though I have experienced it many times. I experienced it when my grandparents died. I experienced it when my own father was in a car accident, and again when my husband’s father lost his battle with cancer, and when my mama’s sister lost the same battle. I experienced it when husband’s grandmother passed on to glory. And I experienced it this week when my family buried not one… but two family members.

I can’t even begin to understand grief. It’s something we work through over time… and there is no time limit to it. Sometimes grief hits us like a tsunami, and it leaves a devastation in its wake that takes a long time to wade through and rebuild. Other times, grief drowns us in waves of memory, and we find ourselves crying in the middle of a busy aisle at Walmart for seemingly “no reason”.

But the tears flow for a reason. There is always a reason.

They flow because our souls feel a loss that can’t be put into words. They flow because we still love. They flow because we have lost part of us… and want that part of us back.

They flow because we are human – and we need each other. The tears flow because we are still alive. They are a sign of life… even in the midst of death.

After the death of his wife, Helen Joy, C.S. Lewis wrote,

“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.

At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me.”

I am not a theologian. But I am a believer. And I believe that God is not silent, even when I can’t hear Him. And I believe that God is doing something for me – even when we can’t see Him. And I believe that God is holding me – even when I can’t feel Him.

David said, “You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.” Psalm 56:8 (NLT)
Or – as the Message translation puts it,

You’ve kept track of my every toss and turn
    through the sleepless nights,
Each tear entered in your ledger,
    each ache written in your book.”(Psalm 56:8)

Death. Grief. Sorrow.

Inevitable part of life? Yes. But it doesn’t mean we have to like it. 

Lewis wrote, “I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, however, turns out to be not a state but a process.”

He’s right. I’m just glad we don’t have to walk through the process alone.

Even if I pass through death-dark ravines,
I will fear no disaster; for you (Adonai) are with me;
your rod and staff reassure me.” (Psalm 23:4)


This is one of those posts with a numbered list…

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I read a great article today about youth pastors and how important it is for congregations to support them and their efforts to bless and teach our children. As the parent of a teen and two preteens – I am in 100% agreement! I’ve added a few things below from my own perspective.

1. You don’t have to have a youth in the group to offer to feed them, be a chaperone or just bless them. They will appreciate the banana puddings, brownies, oreos and whatever else you put on the table. Do you remember how little money you had when your kids were young and teenagers? Times are still the same for parents of teens right now. And the youth pastor? Probably doesn’t have a lot of extra change sitting around, either. Offer to host supper. They’ll scarf it down and lick the plates clean, so no washing required on your part.

2. Most youth ministers have a “servant’s heart” – or they wouldn’t be youth ministers. But they are not hired to be the rest of the church’s personal “handy-man” or “man-on-call”. They are servants of God… and so are we. We need to act like it.

3. Pay them a fair wage. And remember – they have more than a 9-5 job. They are here, there and everywhere. Football games, school plays, musicals, homes… wherever the youth are, you’ll find them there. If you can afford it, give your youth minister a bonus twice a year for gas mileage and for just being awesome. It would help more than you know.

4. Don’t take advantage of them. It’s easy to do because they have such servant hearts – but don’t do it. Don’t ask and don’t expect them to volunteer for every position that still needs a warm body. Matter of fact, keep them from being on too many committees or other jobs. You hired them to be a youth minister, give them enough time to do the one you pay them for.

5. Be patient. Be kind. Don’t be a bully. Don’t gossip about them. Don’t expect more from them than you are willing to give. Don’t expect them to be you and do all that you do at church… they are not you. They have a job to do. Don’t push them to do yours.

6. Remember… youth ministers have families. If we expect them to be at church 24/7, we need to remember that they have a ministry at home! (This applies EVEN if your youth minister isn’t married. They have a life outside of our church walls, too.)

7. Offer them time to be ministered to. Pay for spiritual retreats (without youth) to nurture their souls. They need to be refreshed just like the rest of us.

AND (added with permission from my friend, Laura Louise Renegar):

8. I will add on to this: Remember that you are more than the employer of the youth ministers. You are their church family–the only church family they have. Love them and take care of them that way.

In other words… don’t be a meaner. We should love our youth ministers. We should love our Pastors. We should love each other.

That is all… carry on.

(p.s. the article below is good if you have a chance to read it. Thanks for the original share, Keith Bradley!)

Wow! What a woman! Wow! What a GOD!

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I am one of the teachers for our 6-8th grade Sunday School class. I love those kiddos and all the questions they ask. They make me think.

Today, we discussed the fact that Abram was told by God to leave his country, and to leave his father’s family. God said He would lead Abram to the land he would give him.

He led him to Canaan. (Note – this was the land that Abram’s father had been going to, but stopped short of reaching.)

Even though God told him to leave his Father’s family, Abram took Lot with him. Now, we wondered if perhaps since Abram and Sarai couldn’t have children, perhaps Lot was more like a son to him than a nephew.

After arriving where they were going, a famine hit the land. So, they headed to Egypt. But Abram told his wife that she was so beautiful, he knew the Egyptians would want her… and would kill him.

Now, at this point, Abram doesn’t say, “I’ll lay down my life to protect you.”

He doesn’t say, “Let’s figure out somewhere else to go, I want us both to live!”

He didn’t say, “Hey babe, let’s rub some mud on your face, mess up your hair, disguise you, and try to ugly you up a little. We need to stay safe!”

NO… Abram didn’t do that. He said…

“See now, I know that you are a beautiful woman; 12and when the Egyptians see you, they will say, ‘This is his wife; and they will kill me, but they will let you live. 13“Please say that you are my sister so that it may go well with me because of you, and that I may live on account of you.”


Yup. That’s what he said.

And guess what? The plan worked…

14It came about when Abram came into Egypt, the Egyptians saw that the woman was very beautiful. 15Pharaoh’s officials saw her and praised her to Pharaoh; and the woman was taken into Pharaoh’s house. 16Therefore he treated Abram well for her sake; and gave him sheep and oxen and donkeys and male and female servants and female donkeys and camels.

UM… so Sarai is being held in the Pharaoh’s palace, knowing he desires her in a very UNSISTERLY way. And all the while, Abram is getting richer and richer.

We don’t know how long she was there. We don’t know if Pharaoh jumped in and TOOK what he wanted, or if Sarai was being prepared/gussied up for their time together/wifely duty, all the while, Pharaoh was plying Abram with gifts. (Think Esther, and how long she was prepared before she spent time with the King. I think it was at least a year. So we aren’t sure how long she was there.)

So what happened next??

17But the LORD struck Pharaoh and his house with great plagues because of Sarai, Abram’s wife. 18Then Pharaoh called Abram and said, “What is this you have done to me? Why did you not tell me that she was your wife? 19“Why did you say, ‘She is my sister,’ so that I took her for my wife? Now then, here is your wife, take her and go.” 20Pharaoh commanded [his] men concerning him; and they escorted him away, with his wife and all that belonged to him.

The youth and I discussed whether or not the Pharaoh had sex with Sarai. My honest answer?

I don’t know.

Part of me says, “He’s the Pharaoh. He saw her. He demanded she be brought to the castle. So why would he have waited?”

The other part of me says, “There were certain traditions back then that were performed… regardless. Perhaps God would have caused even more things to happen (maybe death of the Pharaoh) if he had done that.”

Maybe it did happen, maybe it didn’t. Either way – can you imagine the horrible position she must have been in?

I am not Sarai – but when I put myself in her place, and try to imagine what she must have felt like, I have a basket-case full of emotions. Betrayed… scared… sad… lost… ready to kick someone in the pyramid!

And what about when the sickness hit? I like to imagine Sarai saying, to the Pharaoh, “I am a married woman!! You see all this sickness? It’s because God doesn’t honor what you are doing. Touch me again, and see what my God will do!”

Yeah, I know. She probably didn’t say that. But I wonder how Pharaoh knew the truth if she didn’t tell him? Did God come to him in a dream? Did word get back to the palace? Maybe Lot (who was traveling with Abram and Sarai in Egypt) opened his mouth and a servant got the news back to palace?

Either way, Sarai was caught in the crossfire.

And God brought her safely out.

I can be honest and say that I don’t like how Abram handled it. I more than don’t like it. I can’t even stand to think about it. It makes me so mad I could spit. I am a woman… I have three daughters. I expect I’ll have granddaughters and grandsons one day. The thoughts of any of them being that situation makes me want to hurl.

What makes it even worse?

Abram did it again. According to the scriptures on the Old Testament, there was similar incident with a king. But God intervened before the king could touch her.

So if God intervened on her behalf that time, can we assume that he did so the first time, too?

Some scholars believe the second story and the first are truly the same, just the details are different. Kind of a variation on a theme.

It doesn’t really matter, I don’t suppose. As I said before, however it happened, we can surmise two things:

1. Sarai/Sarah was taken against her will.

2. God didn’t like it.

How can we apply this to modern times?

Yeah. it’s pretty simple.

1. Females are forced into sexually charged situations all the time. (Sadly, so are males.)


Yes, these are the types of things my Sunday School students make me think about. If it has sparked something in you, I’d love to hear your thoughts!

This is happening now…

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And there is a story there. I’m certain!

Here’s another link to “JIBO” if you’re interested in seeing more, or being creeped out of your own skin. Either way, here you go:

for the kid in me

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Inspired by Kenn Nesbitt’s, “My Brother’s not a Werewolf”. Hope you enjoy.


Tale of the WeirdoWolf
By Donna Earnhardt

He transformed in the daytime
avoiding moonlit nights
He cringed at his own shadow,
fear brought him no delight

He was a vegetarian.
He loved to draw and paint.
And when he’d howl,
No one was cowed*,
Except for him…

He’d faint.



*cow (verb): intimidate and

(And for Kenn’s poem, check it out here:



If you have experienced bullying in any form -

If you love someone who has experienced bullying in any form -

And if YOU have been a bully (in any form)……….

THIS —>>>>>>


(all photography and artistic/director credit goes to Kaleigh Steward at KaleighJPhotography )

Poetry Challenge

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Joy Acey (of Poetry for Kids fame) has issued a challenge to write your own riddle-poem. You can see the challenge here:

I wrote several food-riddle poems a few years ago, but I’m going to post a fresh one below.



You can wrap me in bacon,

or roll me in sugar…

But you won’t want to eat me –

Did you guess?

I’m a booger.


Come on… you saw that coming, didn’t you? You know you needed your daily gram of gross. You are WELCOME. 

Now go PICK your own topic and ride the riddle train. And if it’s kid-friendly-gross, even better.


Got one to share?





17, ART and Paying it Forward


In honor of my baby girl’s 17th birthday today, I am giving YOU, my friends and readers, the gift of HER ART. (isn’t it interesting how close “her art” sounds like “her heart?)

Seriously, this girl is hard worker – and gifted with many gifts, including the gift of tenacity. Just months ago, she sat in our kitchen, highly distraught, because she thought she would NEVER be able to draw a human face.

Um… wrong. The proof is below. If you feel like making a 17 yo artist’s day, please visit her page and like, comment and share her work. Here are a few links to her most recent works below:

Connor Franta (a youtube person she likes and drew):

DANIsNOTonFire (yeah, that’s another youtube person she drew):

Joe Sugg (the brother of a youtube person):

Tyler Oakley (yep, you guessed it…)


Thank you for your support of young artists and writers everywhere!


REpost – in memory of Summer!


Previously, I posted a poem in honor of the hot months of the year. Now that they will soon be in our rear-view, I’ll post it again. And maybe later, I’ll write and post an ode to summer and a hello to AUTUMN! :)



Kick off your shoes

Wiggle your toes

Catch the sunset

Watch fireflies glow

Dig in the sand

Swim with the fish

Count falling stars

Close your eyes, make a wish

Buzz with the bumblebees

Run with the wind

Build a dirt castle

Knight your best friend

Snooze in a tent

Wade in a stream

Spit watermelon seeds

Nosh on ice cream

Summer is here

for only a minute

So get off the couch…

Take a leap and jump in it!