Books and Doodles

I don’t seem to be posting much lately, but I am still reading your posts and learning, always learning. My headmistress said, as I was about to leave school which I loved, for the world of work that I would never stop learning. Some people, she told me had a passion for just learning for the love of it, taking delight in accumulating knowledge of all sorts. I suppose that is true of me. The room in which I was born was full of books, come to think of it. In those days, accommodation was hard to find, my parents first home was in my Grandfathers house, and what had once been the Sunday Best Room answered for many purposes.

The books?

Well, they were actually a library of hard backs, classical literature, Astronomy, Philosophy. Psychology. Atlases, Dictionaries, you name it, they were all there, together with the collections of stories about girls at boarding schools much loved by my Mum as a girl. Originally they had belonged to a wealthy local family and passed on to Mum who had lost her mother at the age of eleven.

Books, Mum said were good friends, “Open a book and you never know where you will find yourself”

She was right. And for her those books filled many of otherwise lonely hours.

Regretfully, time for reading is a little restricted these days, but I feel enriched, by those books which have befriended me on my life’s journey and instructed me in so many things, cooking, science. Art, music .. People, right and wrong… You probably have your own list.

My good friends Jane and Vera love to knit, Jane creates lovely garments for orphans all over the world, Vera made lots of small knitted bears for last years Christmas Fayre, because if I began knitting nowadays I would never get around to finishing it I simply don’t begin any. I do sometimes pick up a pencil and have quick doodle, so I thought my five minute doodle of Vera’s knitted bear might amuse you but art critics note I shall take your criticism about as seriously as I took the doodle!

My favourite book?

A copy sits on the sofa, and it’s pages are turned frequently, like a good friend it can be depended on for wisdom and direction in all of life’s seasons, twists and challenges, it is a wise, dependable friend, the Word of God, and I do take it seriously, far more seriously than my artwork.

Whatever you read this weekend enjoy it, but consider opening the Bible, the book that is rightly called, “The Book if Books.”

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Proverbs 4:23

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I am pleased to reblog this lovely picture with its gentle encouragement to guard the thoughts of our heart, our heart is the dwelling place of the Holy Spirit, the one who heeds this message is the one who allows the loveliness of God to shine out, the loveliest of flowers grow in well cultivated soil and this is a well kept heart. I always find Wendy’s pictures inspirational, her writing too!

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Sunday. A Kind Day

Psalm 133 (NLT)

How wonderful and pleasant it is
When brothers live together in harmony!
For harmony is as precious as the anointing oil
That was poured upon Aaron’s head,
That ran down his beard
And onto the border of his robe.
Harmony is as refreshing as the dew from Mount Hermon
That falls on the mountains of Zion,
And there the LORD has pronounced his blessing,
Even life everlasting.

I like how this translation of the scriptures uses harmony to translate the Hebrew word, other versions use ‘unity’ but there is something about harmony … Perhaps I am thinking of the rainbow where the colours of the spectrum evoke feelings of peace, there is no clashing in the rainbow band, no colour claims dominance .. There is no competition .. If one colour decided to go solo, then the rainbow would not be the rainbow.

I like the generosity this psalm brings to mind. The precious oil is not sprinkled on, a drop here and a drop there, but is poured out like a river, a deluge of grace.

He anoints my head with oil, my cup runneth over.’

Sunday is a day that overflows with kindness, kind words spoken, smiles exchanged, and brothers and sisters coming together to praise God in harmony, as we remember Jesus who was anointed with the Oil of Gladness for us, and was himself poured out, like fragrant oil on us …. not just on me … But on the whole rainbow.

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Should one of the rainbow colours go missing?
Well, surely the good Shepherd would go looking for it?

With A Grateful Heart

All that I am, all that I do,
All that I’ll ever have, I offer now to you.
Take and sanctify these gifts
For your honour, Lord:
Knowing that I love and serve you
Is enough reward,
All that I am, all that I do,
All that I’ll ever have I offer now to you

(Sebastian Temple b. 1928)

Remember that there must be someone to cook the meals and count yourselves happy in being able to serve like Martha,

(St Teresa of Avila)

Today we celebrated Harvest Festival and it seems appropriate to remind myself that all that I am and all that I have, I have as the gift of God and I do count myself happy to be able to serve like Martha.

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Air and Wind

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It was a Day Trip, a visit to the sea, a change of scene, a change of air. The air was so fresh and the wind ran its mischievous fingers through our hair blowing the cobwebs away.

A change is as good as a rest, so we say, and this was true of this day.if the air had been still, hot and full of smells, (as it can get in some towns) – it would not have been so pleasant a day, the air would lacked that special quality of freshness. You, know what I am trying to say; sometimes it’s not a change in location that’s needful but a change in the air which we breathe.

This is true of our churches, fellowships and social circles and very much with ourselves… We need a change in the air, in the atmosphere and a change in the air is brought by wind. It is the wind which brings freshness, cleanses and blows the cobwebs away. The wind brings change and movement which is so needful to freshen, renew and waken us up to life,

When God’s Spirit blows we are best to open our doors and windows to let him blow through our hearts, to breathe in us like breath in a flute or oboe, like the air in a big pipe organ, it is so much better to let him make music to accompany us in our singing and dancing; then it is to nail up all the shutters and oppose Him .. and thereby lose our vitality.

I write like this, because I believe in God, and know his presence in all his creatures and all created things, in water, in air, in stillness in movement, in quietness and in sound. I know there are those who do not believe as I do, but I wish them the pleasure and enjoyment of all these, good, wonderful things, the balm and medicine of life, fresh air. I cannot give my faith. I can only wish you well and all the blessings of this life.

Water.

Monday morning and I wonder if I can summon enough energy for this morning. Let alone the rest of the week.

At such a time I am sure to find on my favourite Word Press sites, pictures and a fullness of inspiring quotes and comments but it does occur to me that there are many with low energy resources who may feel too tired and drained even to look. Yes, there are many, many inspiring scriptures to encourage our heart, soul and spirit if only we have the energy to look fur them to read them. The largeness if that little word if should not be underestimated at such times. A person drained of physical energy is like a soggy leaf sitting on top of a puddle, going nowhere fast, well at least for ‘a time, and times and a half a time’ (Daniel 12 v7)

Sitting quietly I was given a vision of cascading white, white water, tumbling down with energy, power, speed – living, vital water.

Water does more than satisfy thirst, it brings life to dry, thirsty places, the Holy Spirit carries the word of God, it provides the power and energy, just as as water turns wheels to power a mill, or make electricity ..

Sitting by a such a waterfall I would consider myself a very foolish woman if I did not reach out and taste this gift, for myself. Believe me, I have and can find the energy to do this, like the water it is given.

If you read this and are tired, then I pray that “Coming to Jesus as you are, weary, worn and sad .. You will find your thirst quenched your soul revived.. “He is our resting place, but more than that He gives power to live by, life in all it’s fullness and abundance – be blessed, taste and see how gracious The Lord is (Psalm 34)

Prickly me

I read somewhere that 5 minutes just looking at an object such as a flower or even a single leaf was beneficial. So, I thought I would give it a try, and this little cacti garden in a pot was sitting right there.

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Yes it was intriguing, 3 different little cacti all with one thing in common -the prickles. If I had more than 5 minutes I would have been tempted to take a pencil and draw each one. A botanical illustrator spends a lot of time studying a subject carefully, measuring, making colour notes, thumb nail sketches … getting the hairs on the hairy one might present a prickly challenge, but I only gave it 5 minutes and at the end of my time, concluded that most people have prickles, we all need handling with care. Better still handling with prayer. I also concluding that I am fast becoming like the white haired one!

Oh dear! I need handling with prayer!