Warning, warning! This will be a long post. We have cards. We have a devotional. We have some home stuff. And, I think we'll go in that order.
My blog friend Kelley has been posting lots of cards that she calls bucket cards. Hers are ones that for whatever reason (NOT because they aren't excellent cards!) have not be accepted for publication. Well, inspired by Kelley, I have piles of cards that I made before I started blogging that I thought I'd share every once in awhile. And maybe I'll make a new card either using the same technique or the same stamp set to share at the same time. That's what I'm doing today.
First of all, here are the older cards that were all made using a Stampin' Up set that included four blocks with a full alphabet on each one.
Must've been in a pink mood when I made those. I do remember being so excited when I realized that "h" and "i" were next to each other in the alphabet. Perfect for "hi" cards!
Hmmm. I think I'll go into the devotional now before I show the new "hi" card. Maybe you visited me earlier when I talked a bit about giving the devotional at this month's preschool prayer breakfast. This year we've been going through the Fruit of the Spirit (Galatians 5:22, 23) stressing a different "fruit" each month. February's fruit is love.
Now, you're going to have to bear with me a little bit here. And to understand where I am going and how I will get there, you first need to read a post from the (in)courage blog called "Can your shampoo do THIS?" (Click here for the exact entry.) When I read that post on the morning of our prayer breakfast it reminded me of an encounter with God that I had back in the summer of 2002. The 4th of July, to be exact.
We have friends down the street who have three boys and a large travel trailer. They spend quite a bit of time camping in it at the beach. Our daughter had just graduated from high school and was on a mission trip with our church youth group to an orphanage in Mexico, so my son and husband decided that the three of us should go spend the 4th of July weekend with our neighbors at the beach — where we'd be sleeping in a tent next to the cushy trailer.
Now, I grew up camping (mostly in a trailer) and did some backpacking and sleeping under the stars. But that's when I was young. I've gotten old. And spoiled. I like mattresses. I really like air conditioning. I'm into comfort.
We went. But I was in a foul mood. (I realize that this is not an attractive way to be and wonder, along with Kelley who was recently writing about this on her blog, why do we treat those closest to us — those we love the most — so rotten sometimes?) I was tired of being hot. And sweaty. And dirty. (Mind you, it had only been one day.) So, I woke up very early in the morning and informed Ken that I needed a shower. A warm shower. In a clean bathroom. All of "our people" were still asleep. Most of the campground was still asleep. But Ken got up, borrowed our friends' golf cart and set out with me to find a clean (and hopefully deserted) bathroom.
The first bathroom we got to was closed for cleaning. Figuring that was a good sign, we traveled on to the next one. Surely they had started at the front of the park and were making their way in as they cleaned, right? No. That was not the case and the bathroom was not clean. At all. But, it was deserted. I chose a shower stall — the least offensive one — and undressed for my shower. When I turned on the water, though, my mood did not improve. What's a worse mood than foul? That's where I was. The water was not exactly warm, but worse than that, it was a trickle. The kind where you almost have to chase the drips around the stall to catch them. Grrrr. I proceeded — very unhappily — to try to get clean and in the process was letting the tears of frustration flow as I complained to God.
My complaints, though, changed as I started praying for our daughter in Mexico. And it struck me how spoiled rotten I was acting. I had no idea what sort of situation Britt was in — did she have a shower at her access? Did it have hot water? Water pressure? She was putting her faith into action and I was crying in a bathroom that had working plumbing while I was on a brief holiday vacation with family and friends. What was wrong with me? Convicted, I started to sing. Not aloud (I'm not that bold — even in a deserted bathroom), but in my head. The song was one that was popular at the time, "When I Praise" by FFH. Part of the words are "I throw my hands up in the air and I know that You will find me there, find me when I praise."
And, that's when God met me. Like in the story from the (in)courage blog (I hope you read it...), God met me in a real and tangible way. As I praised Him — I promise this is true — the water warmed to the ideal temperature and the water pressure improved to perfection. I couldn't believe what was happening! I continued praising God, finished my shower, and emerged from the bathroom entirely clean — inside and out. I'm sure Ken was out there waiting for me with fear and trepidation, considering my mood when I entered. I wonder how surprised he was when I came out with a smile on my face, a song in my heart, and testifying to how much God loves me. Me! Ugly-attitude me! I still get goosebumps when I think of it.
Later we went back to the bathroom with the camera. I had to have a record of the place where God met me and showed me how much He loves me.
So — last week I read the (in)courage post at prayer breakfast. And I told them my story. And then I reflected a bit on love. Not so much God's love for us, but how we are to show love to others.
As often happens when I'm preparing to speak about a spiritual topic, God starts working on me. Showing me where I'm lacking. Showing me how far I have to go. Pointing out areas I need to improve in. Or showing me how someone else exemplifies a certain characteristic.
Ken excells at love. He has lived our married life showing me how much he loves me. And I'm so often ungrateful and don't even acknowledge (or sometimes even notice!) the things he does for me. I seem to remember apologizing to him for my horrible mood that day, but now after all these years I was thinking, what if the situation had been reversed? I probably would have told him to suck it up. That he was an adult and needed to get a grip. That we were there to have fun and that he'd better shape up and enjoy himself. (Actually, I probably wouldn't have said any of those things, but you can be sure I would've thought them!) And I probably wouldn't have sacrificed time I could've been sleeping or (ironically) having my quiet time with the Lord to find him a shower.
So — convicted, I am. But, thankfully, I am loved, too. Inspite of my many flaws, my Lord loves me. And I have a husband who loves me as Christ loved the church (Ephesians 5:25). And, with daily surrendering to God's agenda rather than my own, I can love that way, too.
SHOW
So, when I decided to make a new "hi" card I thought I'd make one for Ken. The outside of the card is OK. I've already thought of some things that I'd do differently, but it's the inside that I'm most happy with. Here's what you see when you open it up.
On the right side:
And on the left:
And you can be sure that I'll write some words thanking him for putting up with me all these years!
AND TELL: stamps are from Stampin' Up (Alphabits, Amazing to Zany, Expressive Flexible Phrases, Straight Up Aphabet & Numbers) and Papertrey Ink (Polka Dot Basics II, Heart Prints); cardstock is PTI (white) and Stampin' Up (Tangerine Tango); ink is Stampin' Up (Summer Sun, Tangerine Tango, Brilliant Blue); ribbon is PTI (Summer Sunrise satin); also used Stampin' Up's Tag punch, the EK Success Medium Heart punch, an X-Acto knife, and Making Memories stapler and blue staple.
Now, if you can stand it, one more item about my amazing husband. I've written before about how he's been working on his office. I shared a picture of the wood floor he put down. I showed pictures of him painting the stairwell. Some time ago he pulled up the carpet on the stairs and just this weekend laid down the new stair treads that he has spent a lot of time and effort cutting to fit, staining, and putting a finish on.
He still has some trim work to do, but don't they look amazing?! His office is almost finished! And — shhh! Don't tell him, but I'm now deciding which room he gets to work on next! :)
If you hung in there until now, pat yourself on the back! This was a l-o-n-g entry, but I hope it was an encouragement to you. Thanks for stopping by and have a great day!
"Draw near to God and He will draw near to you." James 4:8