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The Bathroom was the first priority. And we HAD to have a claw foot tub. God provided it and Jose from our church came and plumbed for it, laid a new floor and ta da! We love it!

A new sink, an antique pie safe and an old mirror completed the necessities.

My dream kitchen had to be red and white. For months the floor stayed 1950's Pink tile. My wonderful husband has since given me a perfect black floor to bring it all together! I love my red kitchen!

The Work Began

The reward for our obedience turned out to be the most awsome apartment we could ever ask for! Here we began working on the space in our building that was to become our new home. Some days it seemed like it just wasn't gonna happen. But Friends showed up and God supplied everything we needed and now we have lived here for over a year. It is more "home" than anywhere I've ever lived. Not ideal for some folks maybe, but absolutely perfect for us! Thank you Father God! We love it!

Want to see how it turned out?

!!!!!!!!!!!!!I Just Love This Song!!!!!!!!!!!!

Red is the color of the blood that flowed

Down the face of someone who loved us so

He's the perfect man, He's the Lord's own Son

He's the Lamb of God, He's the only one

That can give us life, that can make us grow

That can make the love between us flow

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Blue is the color of a heart so cold

That will not bend when the story's told

Of the love of God for a sinful race

Of the blood that flowed down Jesus' face

That can give us life, that can make us grow

That can keep our hearts from growing cold

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Gold is the color of the morning sun

That shines so freely on everyone

It's the sun above that keeps us warm

It's the Son of love that calms the storm

That can give us life, that can make us grow

That can turn our mornings into gold

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Brown is the color of the autumn leaves

When the winter comes to the barren trees

There is birth; There is death

There is a plan

And there's just one God

And there's just one Man

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That can give us life, that can make us grow

That can make our sins as white as snow

That can give us life, that can make us grow

That can turn our mornings into gold

That can give us life, that can make us grow

That can keep our hearts from growing cold

That can give us life, that can make us grow

That can make the love between us flow

Church Families, everyone needs one!

As you may or may not know, my hubbies youngest son is in the Marines, deployed to Afganistan right now. He is 18 years old and has known he wanted to be a marine for years. He left for boot camp just a few days after graduation in 2007. He turned 18 just a few days after boot camp graduation. He is an amazing young man and we miss him terribly. But we know that God is with him and trust Him to keep him safe.

At our church business meeting a couple of weeks ago, Theresa said God had put it on her heart that the church should adopt a soldier and she made the motion that it should be Christopher. Rick and I were speechless and teared up immediately. What do you say? How do you express gratitude for the kindness our Father shows? The motion passed unanimously.

This past Sunday, Rick and I were asked to make the morning announcements, including the decision to adopt Christopher. Rick asked if I would do that part. I was honored but not too confident that I was able to express the heartfelt thanks it deserved.

Christophers first care package from the church is being mailed next week. It's being filled by the congregation.

How very precious our church family is in so many ways. You should find yourself one if you don't have one. I am so very blessed that they have adopted Rick and I as well as Christopher.

Clarity

This is "Clarity". She was created during a time of learning to follow Gods leading. A lesson about priorities and focus and what He wanted me to do for Him. I love what He enabled me to do with these little things. They were just little pieces of junk, nothing by themselves, and yet came together to form something beautiful. I love her and what she represents to me. Clarity.
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On another note today, I would like to introduce you to Angel.
She has a wonderful little Etsy shop and that special gift you know that I just love, she writes of the love of our God and His saving grace!
Below is a poem she wrote that touched my heart, hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
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What Kind

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what kind of woman am I

just what kind should I be

I often really wonder

does my life belong to me

what kind of faith do I pursue

and what kind pursues me

I really should have answers

but do questions set me free

what kind of man would want me

or could bear to see my face

when morning after nightfall

I hide in past disgrace

what kind of men will my sons be

and my daughters will they crave

to seek for love but only find

the poor example their mother gave

what kind of path must I choose now

to keep my soul from death

must I love you with all my life

and still let you have the rest

what a kind and loving gentle God

I’m sure that you must be

for when I hand my life to you

grace comes right back to me

what a kind and gracious mercy you

have let fall on my heart

when I was in my deepest hour

you held up high my heart

what kind of woman am I

when I forget that you are there

even though you said when I obeyed

you made me an eternal heir

what kind of woman can I be

if I will just let you lead

and hold my heart in gentle mercy

as for my soul’s life you plead

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AMCL copyright 2003:

Some days I don't have so many words in my head. Today is one of them, so I thought I would just share one of my little creations. She's called "The Dragonfly Queen".

Most of my artwork is an expression of my faith, a lesson I've learned from God, or an attempt to share The Word. Something of that nature. But sometimes the whimsical child surfaces and this is what happens. I think that's ok with Him.

Forgiveness

This entry is by far, the hardest to write. But I must share it.

For most of my life, cocker spaniels have evoked a sadness in me. I had relatives when I was growing up that had one. I remember him well. His name was Tuffy and he was the sweetest pup ever. I loved being at their house and playing with Tuffy.

I spent snow days from school at their house and lots of time during the summer. We would make homemade ice cream in the back yard, weed and harvest from the garden they kept and eat Mallow Cups. He let me play with his guitar and boy did I play well! Not! He taught me to play checkers too. They didn't have any children. So I was a great substitute. I tell you about these awesome memories now, but a few years ago I didn't remember them.

You see, he did something wrong. And my perfect little memories were gone. Covered by thoughts and memories no little girl should have. I won't go into details, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I was also believed when I told, but in those days, you just didn't do much about it. I was never there alone again. Mom went to great lengths to protect me.

I was introduced to a man down the road that had horses and a niece my age. When my parents went to the relatives, I headed a few doors down to Franks house. He was a wonderful man. He took us horseback riding and taught us how to care for them. I gained wonderful memories to replace the lost ones. I was OK. I carried no scars. At least I didn't think I did.

I can see now how it affected me as I grew up. But I didn't know that there was a cold hard rock in my soul.

Just a couple of months after Rick and I gave our lives to Jesus, I was laying in bed one night praying and asking God to show me what I needed to do to be pleasing to Him. I wasn't a bad person but knew there must be something. There was. He asked me to forgive.

You gotta be kiddin' me! No way! I can't do that! Are you CRAZY!
Forgive him?! He's dead!and I'm glad and I hope it's really hot where he is! and it's been 30 years!!!! How do I forgive a dead man anyway?!

He wasn't kidding.

So, I began a journey of learning forgiveness.

Here are some of the things He placed for me:

"The journey of Christian forgiveness begins as a choice. It ends as a gift of God's grace."

"To forgive, you do not have to understand, accept or agree"

"Why forgive? for my own well being and inner peace"

I do not know who wrote them or remember where I found them. They came at different times and led me like sign posts along the way. I copied each of them down as I found them and they remain to this day on my desk and in my wallet.

I made the choice to try and forgive as God had asked.

I learned that forgiving didn't mean I had to say he was right to do what he did.

I was blessed when I was finally able to tell God with a true heart, that I had forgiven him.

When the forgiveness was finally in my heart, I was able to begin healing and as I healed, I began remembering things like I wrote in the beginning of this entry. Good things. And I cling to those alone. God cleansed me when I let forgiveness in my heart. Anger...... gone. Bitterness...... gone. Hatred...... gone.

That rock in my soul is gone. And Cocker Spaniels no longer make me sad, they make my heart sing!

Thank you God. I Love you!

Testimony

OK, so the Lord has been on me for a while now to write my testimony. This is probably the hardest thing in the world to write because there is so much to it. I find it quite difficult to express the awsomeness of Gods work and let me tell ya, he worked hard for me!

One of the hardest parts is where to start. The Holy Spirit says "At the beginning", but where exactly was the beginning. So much is clear now that I am amazed to say it all started before I knew it was beginning!

I'll start with about 2 years before we got saved. Rick (my wonderful hubby) and I were setting up at shows, flea markets, trade shows and places like that. Every weekend we were somewhere. As vendors, we spent the evenings with other vendors having dinner and talking shop. There was this one couple that did a lot of the same shows we did and at a flea market in Knoxville Tennessee, I had a life changing moment. I was talking with....let's call him Joe, and he was talking about how he didn't believe in God. How could God allow the things to happen that Joe had witnessed? What kind of god didn't stop it? He was angry and bitter and I was speechless. I truly, truly believed in God. But I had no answers for him. And I was so troubled by it for weeks and weeks.

Then crossroads happened. You can read about that here:
http://jewelsfromjunk.blogspot.com/2007_11_30_archive.html

God was making me think. He was building up to something I was unaware of. He was gently showing me that I needed to know more about Him. He had more for me. I was not living the life He planned for me!

A year or so passed and during that time, I dug out a small little bible I'd had for years and began carrying it with me. I read it pretty often but was getting nowhere fast. It seemed like a different language that I could not understand. I didn't know I could have asked God to help me understand it. I didn't know a lot of things, but I knew something was missing.

I know some folks won't believe what I am about to say because it goes against everything God stands for. But I believe God put something in my husbands heart that made him loose hope. Or maybe the devil did it and God used it, I don't know, Rick would have to say. He was allowing us to dig ourselves into a hole until we had nowhere to turn except to HIM.

Rick started selling off inventory at a loss. We weren't making money anymore, just dumping product. For some strange reason, we opened a shop during this time. It was one of those "God moves" I guess. We were offered a building to rent from a friend at a deal we, being money hungry as we were, couldn't pass up......We only saw dollar signs. And the bills started piling up. Fast! I watched as the man I'd know for years who could wheel and deal and come out smelling like a rose, started making some really bad deals. I was helpless. And he was...different. He finally told me one day that for the first time in his life, he didn't know what to do. He was without hope. Worse than I knew at the time.

Along this same time he began leaving our shop and going to the pawn shop where he worked years ago. The owner, Bill, and he had remained friends over the years and Bill was now a Christian. Rick was drawn to him I believe and probably could not have stayed away had he tried. I don't know what all they talked about in those days. But some peace began to show on Ricks face. And then one day, Bill came to our shop and he talked to the both of us about God. Several times he came and he talked and he talked and my heart was screaming out, "MORE!" My spirit began an awakening. I can't tell you all that he said, and neither can he, but it was hope for us. Like food for a starving person, we couldn't get enough. There was something more that we didn't know and our hearts had softened to be able to take it in.

Bill invited us to attend church with him. And one Sunday we went. I never felt so out of place and nervous and scared. The devil did all his little tricks on us. That Sunday night we attended Ricks brothers church where he is a pastor. We had visited before, but nothing got through.
On this particular Sunday night though, an alter call was made and my husband stood up and headed to the front of the church. I remember grabbing his hand and thinking there was no way he was going without me! I didn't know exactly what was happening, but I knew the safest place for me was with him. I knelt on the alter next to the man I would have lived with in a cardboard box.

The pastor wasn't one to ask why folks are at the alter, but what a shock it must have been for him to see his brother on his knees praying.
He asked someone else first....I can't remember how he worded it, but it was tactful and not intrusive. And then he looked at his brother. And Rick gave his life to the Lord. And me too, I wasn't about to let him give up everything without me! He poured his heart out on that alter. I would have followed my husband into a snake pit, but this was no snake pit. This was RIGHT! This was a chance to start all over again WITH THE DIRECTIONS! This is where my soul wanted to go! Jesus was accepted and invited into our hearts.

We gave Him everything, including our business that we had made a mess of. And so, we began seeking the Lord. If the doors to that church were open, we were there. And we sat in our quiet little shop all day, with no customers and the bills piling up and the law suits starting and our van being repossessed and we read our bibles and talked about God. All day long. And the peace that came with every word we read was indescribable. The world was falling apart around us and everything that we had thought was important was slipping from our hands. Our new little shop was dying.

There were days that if we had not sold something, we didn't have the gas to drive home nor would we have anything to eat that night. We really thought we had to close the shop and go get jobs. I had even gone and put in some applications and strangely, jobs I was perfectly qualified for were denied!? (another God move) And I can't tell you how many times he headed out the door to put a "going out of business" sign out front. And each time he headed out, a customer would come in. I'm serious, right at that second! And each time, God made it clear, it was His business and we should do as He said. The customer would spend just enough to pay for food and gas for a day. So we obeyed. Not willingly I might add. But we obeyed. We were learning trust, faith, and patience.

But the time came when we just couldn't pay rent on a home and a business. Something had to go and if God wasn't going to let us close the shop, that only left one other choice....our home? Sounded pretty crazy to us too. But after much prayer and discussion , we began selling our furniture. And stuff. And more stuff. Everything else, we stored in one of the offices in our shop. The other office held our bed and a TV and our clothes. Snug as bugs in a rug. But no kitchen or bathtub or washer and dryer. A hotplate and microwave did the trick and I cut my long hair off so I could wash it in the sink and went to the laundry mat once a week. Our outside, long haired, dog got shaved and became an indoor dog and is so happy! We used a Rubbermaid container to take a bath in.

And there we stayed for 1 year and 7 months. In that year and seven months we grew at a tremendous speed. We trusted, we learned, we studied, we obeyed, we held our faith like it was life itself. I am thankful that we were obedient. I am thankful that we learned the ways of God. I am thankful that we grew together. I am thankful that God was patient with us and led us down the paths he did. I can't say it was easy. In fact it was quite difficult. But it was all worth it. Worth every second.

God blessed us. The debt we had dug ourselves into He was able to guide us through paying it all off in a year and a half. We could never have done it without HIM. I love our life now. We are living in a house again. Been there about 4 months now. It's more that we even asked for and we love it. Cooking and soaking in a hot bath are not things to take for granted!

And God's little shop? It's still here and doing fine. Rick works for Bill and loves it. He is here every morning and evening and on his days off. God sends lost folks here on occasion for us to share the word with. He has used His shop many times in ways we would never have dreamed up. We have been blessed. And we strive to bless others with the knowledge of He who blessed us. The trip through this life is good with God leading the way.

Footnote added May 23, 2008
As I was falling asleep the night I posted this, several things came to mind that I'd failed to mention. During the time we were sitting in shop and feeding like hungry wolves on The Word, law suits that had begun against us for failure to pay "mysteriously" stopped. Bill collectors stopped calling. Everyone suddenly became very willing to wait for payment and work out payment arrangements. That was God, no doubt in my mind about it.

And I also want to take this moment to honor my husband. He led the way. He instantly became the spiritual leader of our home . I can't tell you how much I have always loved this man. And I still cannot tell you how much more I love him now. I thank God daily for him. God knew He could use my love for Rick to get me. I sat for an entire morning in our church, alone with God struggling to give Rick to Him. God had to work pretty hard on me to get me to realize I had to love HIM more than Rick. But that is another days entry. God bless! Amber

My Hero was left out

The front of our chuch. I Love the crosses hidden over the glass. What a great design.

Some months back I wrote about God entering my life and showing me the "Crossroads". I was entering an art piece in Somerset Studio Magazine under the challenge "Heroes".

Jesus is my greatest hero and I created a piece to enter for publication. I was prepared for it to not be published. We prayed over the package at church and asked that it touch the heart of whoever God would use it for. That was enough for me. But I did look so forward to seeing the ones dipicting Jesus chosen for publication. I expected the usual Superman, Wonder Woman, writers, scientists and the like, but felt confident that something representing the greatest hero known to mankind would make publication.

He didn't. Not one artist creation about Jesus made it to print. How sad. Now, don't get me wrong, I love this magazine and will say nothing bad about them and will continue to purchase that wonderful magazine. But I have to wonder, how many entries represented HIM? Surely there were more than just mine ?!

I went to CAST with a heavy heart. And Kelli made a good point, that His absence may have spoken pretty loudly.

But during the conversation, I decided to issue the challenge myself. All you Somerset Studio lovers that created a work of art depicting Jesus as your hero, here is a chance to get them all together. Send them to me. I'll post them here or if there are many, I will create a new blog just for our hero! Add a link in the comments section or email me at jewelsfromjunk@yahoo.com.

I would like to also add here that I have not yet recieved my artwork back. Another issue perhaps? Or maybe it's just not finished doing the work the Lord had for it ;0)

Look and see....with your eyes closed

Sometimes, we just have to take a close look and see what we are doing. I have felt so out of sorts lately. Amazingly happy and blessed beyond belief, but unable to feel any sense of accomplishment. There are just so many directions to go, all of them appealing. But I was not getting very far down each path before turning back and heading down another one. Easily distracted you could say. That make sense?

So, yesterday afternoon I snagged a couple of hours, poured a glass of cold lemonade, grabbed the camera and headed for the deck. I forced myself to clear my mind and asked the Lord for some of His peace. Which He granted.

Within moments, I discovered all I needed was to be still and spend some extra special time with Him. I layed my head back, closed my eyes and snuggled up and He was there. Here are the simple thoughts that brought tears of joy to my eyes as I felt His presense and His love surround me.

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I can't see you, but I know you are here.

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I can smell you.

I smell you in the coming rain and in the flowers and trees that are around me.

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I feel you.

I feel you in the cool breeze blowing through my hair and in the warm sun upon my face.

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I hear you.

I hear you making music with the leaves in the trees and in the birds you send to comfort me.

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I can't see you with my eyes, but I see you and I'm so glad you are here with me.

Thank you Lord and I Love you too.

I have negleted you my precious blog! I listen to your beautiful music everyday as I am working, but no new entries. I'm sorry, please forgive me!

This is my son Michael and my grandson Kai (like sigh). I just love this photo. My baby all grown up with his own baby. I miss him terribly and I've never even seen Kai or held him in my arms. They live on the west coast and I'm in Tennessee. I'm praying for God to bless us this summer with the finances to fly out there and see them. They are the only thing in this world that could get me on an airplane! I can't wait to see them!

Must See!

http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=13a4a045cd290bc2ae2d

Reflections

"Reflections"
Inspired by God

Photo By Amber Skeeters Poem By Vanita Hindsley Sisters in Christ

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Reflections of the past

seem to lead us round the bend

Heading for the future,

guided by an unseen hand.

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In a shining piece of metal

past, present, and future reside.

Where we have been, who we are,

and where we will go are inside.

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God's guidance makes us wiser

as we enter unknown lands

In the rearview we will find

never alone did we stand

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He's always watching over

every path we travel down

and when going the wrong direction,

He will help to turn us around

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A reflection of my Savior

in silver to someday see

is what I trust and pray

will be looking back at me.

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Copyright 2008 Vanita Hindsley and Amber Skeeters

I took this photo on a little one lane road, someone had placed the mirror there so they could see what was coming around the corner.

Pondering

Don't know what this is all about yet. But God told me to put it here. Don't know if it's for me or someone else. Let me know what it brings to your mind.

"Why does something have to happen before you do anything?"

I think that's how He put it. Kept waking me up last night!

Light In The Darkness

"A Light In The Darkness"

Inspired by GOD

Photo by Amber Skeeters

Poem by Vanita Hindsley

Sisters in Christ and Children of God

Through darkness, sorrow, guilt, and shame
and many fears that had no name
My hopes and dreams had all but shattered
getting through each day was all that mattered

In downward spiral my life seemed to spin
hopeless and helpless, when would it end
My fault, My fault, screamed in my head
no rest or peace as I lay on my bed

But light crept in from time to time
and started to reach my tormented mind
His love began to prod at me
a rescue from that stormy sea

I've already beaten him my Savior reminded
though for some time he's had you blinded
Take the shelter I've offered to you
call on Me I'll see you through

Each day is now brighter with His shining light
my future secure in His strength and might
my hope in Him has no end in sight

By Vanita Hindsley

http://www.whoamithatyouaremindfulofme.blogspot.com/

It doesn't show up well on the screen, but in the window to the left is a portrait of Jesus, praying.

Copyright 2008 Vanita Hindsley and Amber Skeeters

Following THE leader, together

" Scars"

Inspired by GOD

Photo by Amber Skeeters

Poem by Vanita Hindsley

Children of GOD and Best Friends

http://www.whoamithatyouaremindfulofme.blogspot.com/

We all leave marks with our words and actions,
some happy or sad, of sorrow and satisfaction.

Traces left as we travel through this life,
many created from love and strife.

Remnants of words, written and spoken,
can lift us up or leave us broken.

From the least of us to the greatest, we all leave a mark,
if only on the face of this elderly bark.

Scars are there forever to see
in the way they shape each personality.

Copyright 2008 Vanita Hindsley and Amber Skeeters

We hope you enjoy this collaboration of gifts. God has a purpose for this. My love of photography and my best friends love of writing united together to share lifes lessons.

Where I've Been

I am just about to bust with love and peace and joy and thankfulness. Last time I was here, I shared with you the opening of my new etsy store. Today I would like to share with you my experiences there the last couple of weeks. Not only has my store opened and received lots of traffic, I made my first sale. Not the artwork as hoped, but a sale none the less. My friends know I just love stuff of all kinds and love to sell it in my store and now on Etsy too. But what I really wanted to share with you is my experience as a buyer. Etsy is a whole new thing, and yet feels like a thing from the past. Let me explain. Once you become familiar with how it works, you step into a shop you pick by the name or contents or color or whatever attracts you and you realize you've stepped into another place and time. A time when you were greeted by the merchant and and you are surrounded by things that grab your attention. Things made with love and attention to detail. Things that inspire you. Things that make you feel all is well in the simple life. Things that make you realize what we can do and how we can live. A step back in time when men and women made things to sell and trade. Pretty things, useful things.
I don't know if anyone else has the same experience as I have. But I know that I have met some pretty nice people that I'd like you to meet.
My first purchase was from http://www.charminglee.etsy.com/
You can hear the kindness in her descriptions and in her conversations. Don't you like to buy from someone who is polite and friendly and happy to help you? Not gonna find that in wallyworld. Then yesterday I "met" http://www.lindaleighshoppe.etsy.com
She too was like talking to a neighbor! (Pray for her, she's recovering from surgery : )
I guess what I'm trying to say is SHOP ETSY! It's a whole new/old experience. If you are going to buy a gift or want something unique, Why not buy from the good old independant shopkeeper?

Etsy Store Now Open!

If you have never been to Etsy, you are in for a real treat! Etsy is a market place, not an auction site, where artists and craftspeople of every kind from around the world set up unique specialty shops you are just going to adore! I hear so many people complain about not being able to find unique shops anymore...well, here they all are, packed into one place. So browse around till your heart is content. Have a look at my new shop when you click on the link below and then be sure to look around at the rest of the shops. Try clicking my Favorites to see the wonderful artists I have found so far. Why buy "made in china" when you can by handmade! Enjoy!

http://www.jewelsfromjunk.etsy.com/

Self Discovery

As I was tinkering with the blog today, fixing broken links and organizing the pictures, I realized how much I have always enjoyed photography. I always knew it, in fact we just bought a digital camera a couple of months ago because I was missing taking pictures after our 35mm died. But today I realized it wasn't just the friends and family pictures that I missed so much. It was the artistic photos! As I started looking in my pictures to see what else to add here, I realized what kind of pictures I had been taking. I have lots of animals (I love the challenge of trying to photograph them) sunrises, unusual sightings, stuff I just really love! I am so excited. I had forgotten. How can that be? How did I forget my love of photography. Thank you LORD for bringing it back to me!

Anyway, check out the pictures to the right under "My Photographs" I'll be adding more as I get through what is saved on our computer.

CHRISTmas Eve Day

Well, the orders are completed and picked up. The store is quiet for the moment. I have one more customer coming to pick up an antique glider at 1:00 and that leaves me with a few free minutes to post unless a customer comes in.
I am sooooo excited. First the Lord introduces me to Somerset Studio Magazine. That was true love! Then I found ClothPaperScissors . I learned I am not the only one doing what I do and I discovered so many wonderful techniques and artists and ideas. Oh My! There is a whole world out there that I fit into perfectly. I didn't think it could get any better.
But I have now learned that there are "Artist Challenge" sites. Each week, a challenge is issued......

OK. Let's try this again. I started this post Christmas Eve day and now it's the day after Christmas. Our store was blessed! Last year we sold nothing on Christmas Eve!
So, where was I? Oh yes. I had no idea those magazines even existed until this summer. I was so excited (and obsessed!) Then while surfing other blogs, I learned there are artist challenges. Each week someone issues a challenge with a word or phrase or something and you create a piece of art expressing it. I decided to take it a step further by challenging myself to see it I could take each challenge and bring Jesus into it. I was a bit worried after visiting the site and looking over all the past challenges but had decided to try. THEN, God led me to SALT. The challenges are ALREADY FOR HIM!
I'm am soooo there! I think the next challenge is issued THIS Friday. I can't wait.
So look for my future Salt results! If I have the time I think I'll still try to do the other one too, after all the word is CHALLENGE right?