Strangely Dim - Sunday Singing

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I keep seeing the merry-go-round from the children's play ground.  Well the old children's playground, they are now band.  I would run to jump on while someone was spinning it round.  I would try to stand in the middle without falling over, as everyone laughed while pushing it harder and faster.  Later would be my turn to spin.  I remember during high school the drill team would go to the elementary school playground and spin each other.  We would see who could survive without losing their stomachs.  Giggles would pursue as someone would try to walk once they stepped from the merry-go-round.

Life can bring back the funniest memories as we spin around in all directions.  Trying to stand while feeling the ground moving beneath me brings me to the solid rock.

I am spinning...not sure who or what will grab the handles of the ride and slow it down, speed it up or yank it to a halt.  During this season I embrace songs.   This song has such a catchy beat that you just smile as this artist draws you to the truth.  More than once her songs have lifted my soul and turned my eyes upward.

So for my Sunday Singing....Strangely Dim.

Francesca Battistelli - Strangely Dim Lyrics

When I can retrieve my balance I will re-enter the blog world.  For now so many decisions, so many appointments, so many adjustments, so much learning  while the spinning continues,  yet  I stand on the Rock for my foothold.

Who, Not Me?

Don't you just love Debbie at Words on Wheels?  If you haven't met her you must.  She just enjoys yakking and with her yakking we are convicted, cry, laugh...yes, laugh a lot and then see ourselves in her daily walk.  So this week she just went to meddling when she posted on hoarding.  Now I must say, when I started her post I had my finger pointing at others, but not myself.

Well you know that saying...while pointing with one finger you have three pointing back at you.

So I must confess...I have a hoarding issue also.  I have 10 thousand plus pictures...in boxes, in photo albums and tons of storage on my computer.

But the hoarding that touches my heart is when I am glad I just didn't throw that away.

June 14, 2013 my hubby and I celebrated our 33rd Wedding Anniversary.  Now I must say, this day wasn't wrapped in excitement but frustration.  I really just wanted to over look it and go forward.  The stress of unemployment and lack of any financial security can make us both look at each other as if we are growing horns...demon horns.

My wedding dress.  The picture I had torn from the magazine in 1979. Behind the picture are the sheets of music for the song my husband wrote for our wedding.

Yet, through all of it God will gentle reach down and give me hope.  So it was as I went through a box of hoarding memories looking for my misplaced birth certificate.  There they were....memories of the past...memories of dreams that were fulfilled.  I sent them by text to my children, whose response was, "Why did you keep that through all the years?"

Our  dream house plans we drew out during a church service before we married.  In 1982 these plans were very close to what we built.  I didn't even remember us drawing these plans.  I do have on the back of this church bulletin that we needed to stop or we would get in trouble.

I kept them because God knew that one day I would need encouraged and I would thumb through an old box and smile.   Through the little pieces of forgotten paper God would show me that He still knew what was happening.  He would remind me of my vows and His place in my marriage.

A copy of our wedding vows provided by the church.  I am sure I haven't seen this in over 32 years.  Re-reading was a good reminder of the covenant I entered into 33 years ago.

So Debbie...thanks for your post and letting the three fingers point back at me.  Isn't it amazing what God can use in our lives when we allow Him?

Summer Paint Bucket

This summer I am adding to two buckets instead of a sand pail.  I have a cleaning bucket and decorating bucket.  This summer the motivation is income!  Now income only comes when your skills have been honed in, which I am also doing.  The results are starting to show at my home as the windows shine and other decorating projects get finished.

As I was applying another coat of paint to a chair I looked down and noticed something that made me grin.  There were my pretty manicured toes and they were glaring back at me through the matching paint!  Yes, my toes matched the chair.

I didn't realize that I was starting to enjoy this color, but evidence showed up everywhere.  So here it goes through word pictures.

That dreaded bathing suit I added last year, after decades of not having one.  I found the color here as I pulled it from my closet.  Benjamin so enjoys me going swimming with him and my confidence is starting to rise as the scales continue to decrease...yeah!  At least one things is working around here.....weight loss.

My summer coverlet and pillows!

This color just wakes up my eyes after the winter heavy comforter.

I looked down and there it was on my shorts!

Now it has found its way to my chair! 

What can I say?  I seem to bring the colors I enjoy into my wardrobe and into my house.  I think this is a season of cheerful colors for me.  Kinda like the poem...When I Am I Old I Will Wear Purple!

Have you noticed, do you match your house?  I can tell with my clients.  If they are still wearing colors and clothes for decades ago then their house looks the same.  If they are scared to change their hair cut, then they are scared to change their furniture arrangement...they usually want to stay matchy, matchy. If the colors they are drawn to are the colors of the early 2000's or even the 90's, then so is their wardrobe and the new colors of clothes or decor scare them. Sometimes life's changes call for us to get out of our rut.  Just a change in color can help your navigate those changes easier.  Many of my clients are dealing with new empty nest.  Just changing things is helping them enjoy this new season of life.

Now who would guess that what we wear could speak so much about our home?

Are you in need of some color?