Friday, July 31, 2015

strange ashes

Reading my EE for the day, and she is discussing the ashes that are left on the altar after an offering was accepted. She quotes a passage from Amy Carmichael, who taught her the implications of a living sacrifice...

The question:
"But these strange ashes, Lord, this nothingness,
this baffling sense of loss?"

The answer:
Son, was the anguish of my stripping less
upon the torturing cross?
...Yea, turned to ashes by the vehement breath
of fire, on Calvary?
...Oh son beloved, this is thy heart's desire:
this, and no other thing follows the fall of the
Consuming Fire on the burnt offering.

Go on and taste the joy set high, afar,--
No joy like that to thee;
See how it lights the way like some great star.
Come now, and follow me.

EE finishes up the thought his way: "I want to put down right here that I have certainly "tasted the joy." I cannot imagine a more wonderfully blessed life than mine. Faithfulness of a loving Father -- that's what I have found, every day of every week of every year, and it gets better."

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How these things stir my mind and heart, my imagination is alight with the notion of strange ashes, of joy set high. My will and courage rise and then fail as I look to who I am. But then, I look to who He is, and I know Whom I have believed. I know His faithfulness.

So I look in wonder toward a higher plane than I have found ♥


Wednesday, July 29, 2015

linen paper squares

Six pencils, the best black ink ever, linen paper squares, Christmas music, and tears. These are the moments and flavors of this very unique afternoon. I have spent it drawing, sketching a tiny portion of my imagination in six colors --with love inked in.

I can't tell you the last time I spent a few hours making my own art. It was pure joy! I cranked up the Christmas music and sang and cried. Making art always makes me think of Mom. I can hear her voice, her laughter as I lay the colors down. And I am blown away and so thankful, and oh how I miss her.

These little squares are to be gifts, ones which I simply cannot wait to share. That is also a legacy from Mom, the gifting of "just a little somethings"...

What an afternoon. So blessed ♥