Think Pink

Wordless Wednesday : He loves me

Peace, Joy and Love

My girls are home from camp

this is how I entertain myself when the man is gone (above and below)

And lastly, what I hope to create today:

Wordless Wednesday

 

All I really want to do is to fall into
The emptiness that is
The space in-between us
To break this division
All I really want to do is to fall into
The emptiness that is
The space in-between us
Erase it and bring us together again

   --Building 429

Wordless Wednesday

I told you he was hunky- MEEEE-ROWR

Wordless Wednesday (with some words)- A Belated Easter Gift

I don't like to feel that people have rifled through my blog and taken things, so I want to be sure right away that I give credit where credit is due.  I did not take this picture. I found this amazing photo on the blog of the delightful Miz Booshay and it touched me so deeply, I wanted to share.  If you enjoy it, please, take the time to also tell her how much.

and now, the picture:

Les disciples Pierre et Jean courrant au seplulcre
le matin de la Resurrection

Eugene Burnand

Musee D'Orsay

photo by Donna Boucher

And now, the reason:

I was too busy and self absorbed to enjoy any part of Easter, too absorbed with services and family duties and practices, and responsibilities, and kid obligations and a million other little, and not-so-important things.  I missed out on the reverence, the sorrow, the awe, the wonder and the power of both the death and the ressurection, through the fault of no one but myself.  And that's ok, because the last time I looked, Easter was not about me.  I understand that.

But that picture, discovered by me on Monday, the day after Easter.  A day when the office was closed; Craig was home; the rain fell; it was as cold as ever it gets in winter here in Central Florida; and we all had some time to just be.  After all that was left of most people's Resurrection Fete are strings of fake easter grass and some slightly smashed candy, I found the wonder. 

It's written there on Peter and John's faces.  That hope beyond hope that what could never actually be is indeed real.  When all seemed lost, we all were found.  Where hurts are deepest, joy runs deeper.

He is Risen. 

Still.

Today.

Alleluia!

Rock Climbing

Dusk

Today is our last full day at the school.  Tomorrow we will pack the vans and drive back to Pheonix, stopping to rock climb in the canyon again.  I love Arizona.  It holds amazing beauty, but by now I am missing my girls, my bed (oy! the bunks) and the warm, wet Florida air.  Tonight we will have a campfire complete with singing and praying over the kids.  I will cry.  And then, I will collapse, exhausted, into bed.  I won't really sleep again until sometime Sunday mid-morning.

Gym Floor

Our main project last year was stripping and refinishing the gym floor.  It all started with caulking cracks in the floor, and we thought "Oh we can do better than just that." Literally hundreds of man hours over the week went into the floor.  And in case you were wondering paint and concrete in the winter are not friendly. It looked so amazing when it was finished that it was worth every minute.

Michealangelo I ain't

This is a portion of a mural I painted last year in while at the mission.  It's on the roof of a bus.  Inside the bus.  My neck and back cringe just remembering.  But I love the thought that everyday kids on Res. get on that bus and see an image of their Savior with a moment to listen just to them.

Morning has Broken

  One of *my* duties while in Az is to work in the kitchen getting breakfast ready.  Breakfast is early, as evidenced by kids sleeping in their eggs.  Breakfast prep is nasty early.  Sunrise is a beautiful compensation.