I'm giving my life to the only One who makes the moon reflect the sun.
Every starry night, that was His design.
I'm giving my life to the only Son,who was and is and yet to come
Let the praises ring, 'cause He is everything.

the stars were so bright tonight. radiant, luminous, terrestrial. i was in awe, while staring up into the heavens, that the CREATOR/INVENTOR of all of those stars not only knows each star by name but LOVES ME. He is in love with me. That simply blows my mind away. I really can't comprehend how he loves me and the depth of that love. if love is an ocean, i would be drowning. in fact, i was drowning in sin and God came, rich in his love and mercy, and breathed his life giving breath into me. He brought me back from the depth of my sin and transformed me into a vessel of honor for him, his cherished daughter. am i the only one that is completely blown away by the fact that the king of the universe loves me and treasures me?

day four of the snowpocalypse

craft project of the day: a felt bird keychain

baking project of the day: fudge cupcakes with chocolate frosting

pure survival

by saturday morning, the bread aisle at walmart was completely empty. any mention of a storm involving ice and snow has carrolltonians running stock to their pantries, movie collections, and art projects. after three days of being stuck at home due to icy roads, we've worn out monopoly, old tv shows, and mom's patience. so it was time to pull out the crafts. is it a sign of desperation and intense cabin fever that i made a fabric stuffed owl? with button eyes? still, i think he's adorable.i need a worthy name.

--warning:photo taken by my point and shoot. don't judge.--

white sheet + neon paint + deanna and becky + dancing on the sheet + finger painting = crazy art (or a rave toga)




Art. the creation of works of beauty or significance.

Art is something that varies in the eye of the beholder. there is no absolute way to art, no precise answer, no wrong way to arrange symbols.

Maybe that is why i love art so much. there is no one saying that my hideous stick person, my puny daisy, my blend of lines, or my distorted tree is not art. yes, maybe it is not appealing, but art is for everyone.

....mississippi mudslide frappe courtesy of my new mr. coffee frappe maker....