Thursday, October 22, 2009

Cherokee Lake


In Thomasville Ga right now! This is where we walked this morning. What a beautiful morning and a beautiful place to walk. Cherokee Lake is at the Thomasville Rose Garden. We are staying about 2.5 miles from here so we walked 6 laps then back to C's house. Our marathon is right around the corner (November!) so it was nice to be able to get a long walk in.

We are now heading to lunch at Jonah's to spend time with C's pastor.

What a blessing to be here and to spend time with friends.

The conference starts tomorrow so if you get a chance we would appreciate prayers that God will be glorified, that women's lives and relationships will be changed!

Thursday, October 8, 2009

I felt like a kid in a candy store...


So I finally made it to the inner sanctum...C's studio. Oh sure the condo is very cute and homey and I really liked it, but the studio is FULL of fun things. I felt like a kid in a candy store. There were several mounds of brightly colored glitter on a tray that caught my eye. Before my brain could stop my hand, I had my fingers coated with magenta sparkles. How could I not touch it? Glitter was the coolest thing on earth when I was a kid. Still is even though I am a grown up. I am powerless when glitter is around.

Next I had my hands wrapped around Sharpie Poster Paint Pens (which I have been wanting). C took one look into my gleaming eyes and said, "You want to draw with it don't you?" I made a few swirls with several colors. Beautiful colors that just glide right on the paper. Yep, I want 'em.

Then she explained how you put stuff on other stuff...decolletage, decoupage...whatever-I want to learn how to do it. She had lots of neat things she has been putting on other neat things. What an eclectic collection of stuff I could create with!

She has lots more stuff, but that was all I had time for. I managed to drag myself out of there, but not before begging to go back to play. I'll let you know how my return to the candy story goes.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

5 Words


Here's my five word challenge using: pulverize cauldron sovereign forfeit shoal



Here I am. A small fish in a shoal of writers. B says, “C’mon you’ve still got time to write something.”


Hmmm. I have a writer’s block. I think. I write. I think. I write. I think about writing. I think about thinking. I write about thinking. You get the picture. A brainstorming session gone bad. My brain is wracked, my fingers callused, and still I have nothing. With each streak of lightening of brainstorming thought my brain becomes more fried…a pulverized mass writhing on the ground.


Where is my creativity fairy when I need her? Surely she can mix up something in that sparkly purple cauldron of hers…you know, a special fairy writing dust that will waft around my head. Maybe I can forfeit my sense of smell and inhale some of it…or how about my sense of taste. I can stick out my tongue to catch it like a snowflake that leaves a small cold spot when it melts. Or what if I swallow a just a tiny sprinkle? Will it work better? The dust becoming part of who I am that will give me the power to write beautiful things as long as I want.


Writing…it gives me a chance to be the creator. No one does anything without my say so. Plus I can make anyone do anything I so desire. I can be in control. But alas, this will not be the moment I can inflict my sovereignty over the masses of characters just waiting to be created.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Fat Friday


This week’s Fat Friday isn’t a recipe about good food…it is about the nourishment that can only come from good times with old friends. The joy of reconnecting…nourishment for the spirit.

An impromptu gathering of friends, food, food, and more food, laughter and shared stories. A deeper knowledge of each other. Another glimpse of God, new aspects of His character revealed.

A midget in white go-go boots, hitchhiking to another state, giving a speech with underwear hanging out of a pant leg, BBQ waffle fries with bleu cheese crumbles, Starbucks ice cream, motherhood, jobs, marriage, brownies, graduation, predestination, mushrooms on pizza, smoking with Brad Pitt, continuing the party after the party stopped…God’s grace, mercy and redemptive power. There weren’t many topics we didn’t cover.

Memories shared, memories made as the threads of our lives were woven together once again.