What is it about a cottage that charms us so?

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Mm…I know what it is about this one.

  • The petunias spilling from window boxes on all the lower windows

 

Continue reading today over at my other blog…   🙂   https://pamdepoyanblog.wordpress.com/2016/01/11/a-little-communique-spot-2/

 

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©   Pam Depoyan

Pen and Ink, “Georgie’s, in Primrose Time,”  mine.

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At the Scent of Wonder

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It was ten o’clock on a recent September morning, sunny and warming, the air scented with the last of white puffed hydrangeas and red roses spilling down the hillside to my right.  The aroma of fresh-turned earth rose from the tire-pocked path I walked, a  mysterious twittering and scuffling sounded from bushes.

From the top of the hill, great ship-like mansions drowsily woke to the breeze playing in the trees that surrounded them, framed like an aureole tinged with the first leaves of fall; they winked from windows at their lookout over the blue goblet lake to my left, lilted my spirit with their majesty, like unexpected Trumpet Voluntary.

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Save for my shoes crunching on gravel, it seemed totally quiet.  But pausing there, summery sounds singled themselves out.  The hum of cicadas grew louder, louder, receding, then returning full force — like wires zinging undecipherable messages in code.  Laughter of a breakfast boating party, a little way down and rounding a curve, sang out from a waterside cabana just out of sight.  Bee murmur hovered over the bright splash of mustard and lavender wildflowers punctuating here, there, at the foot of the hills.

And over all, a breath of fall fell.

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Digital CameraAn orange leaf sailed  lazily down just then,   coming over the sloping lawns to land at my feet with a “Ha.”  I smiled.

Geese in formation, honked and flew squadron out over the trees.   And the loveliest sound of all… church bells floating and skimming across the inlet as if on watery shimmers.  I looked for and found it…the towering Colonial spire crowned with its historic Mayflower ship weathervane, just there… rising from treetops across the blue expanse to touch the white brushstrokes of scudding clouds.

I sighed, contentedly.   “Why do I not come here more often?”  I wondered.  This hidden, mostly unpaved public road that runs alongside the small neighborhood lake, sandwiched between private mansions and their beach fronts, was like a mini getaway just minutes from home.   Peace fluttered and lived here, like the splayed lashes on a sleeping child’s rosy cheek.  In the same way, it invited and welcomed you in, with a sort of hush, like a proud parent, finger to mouth, leading you in for a treasured peek, cradle-side.

Digital CameraThough the sunlight dazzled ahead on the winding path now, dappled in and out leafy glens, ran fingers of rivulets out on the water steps away to my left, it only caressed the high top homes I’d come to photograph for drawings.  Amateur photographer, I’d happened on the perfect time of day to capture them!   And now that I was here, I couldn’t stop clicking away.

Now and then, a jogger jaunted by, called hello, paused as if to share a drink with me.  One ran up to confide her own pleasure in following this one grand place I was snapping.  “I’ve been watching it through all its many seasons,” she burst forth, telling me how fragrant the roses there in springtime bloom, the joy of summer at its height, divulging its secrets.  “I can’t get enough of it, either,” I answered.  White, with balustrade and pillars across wide southern verandah, gigantic red, white and blue draped over its midsection, cupola on rooftop, porthole window accents, the shape and size of this striking beauty reminds me of a massive ocean liner somehow moored like a watchman atop the cliff.

Digital CameraYet, juxtaposed with these grand manors, their beach side cabanas below brought their own allure to me as I came upon a bit of Cape Cod cottage, lakeside, just big enough for one, two — loving the old-fashioned sailor’s lantern light hung at the door, the patterned gray shingle of its low lying roof, the vines growing up and around the door, the large pots of geraniums by the little brick path running up to it, the white picketed deck set in lapping water.

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Finally, sated with photos of such, I turned my thoughts to finding again the surprise glory a friend and I discovered the week before, walking here, camera-less.  That day, the lake was a mirror of white sail reflections out on holiday. 

But this morn lay serene upon the water, like a whisper.    Would they still be there, off by themselves in a secluded little pool, hidden by a circle bank of reeds?  I hoped so.

Two men stood chinning together by the path as I neared the spot where I thought they were.   Another trundled by in a golf cart.  I stepped aside momentarily for a lone meandering car, then hushed my steps as best I could, fearing I’d scare them out of their seclusion… like padding solitary on the carpet in a quiet, empty church, not wanting to breathe so heavily as to somehow extinguish the candle glow.

Then, as if pulling back a leafy drape from a private window, I found them.  Five or so, gray and white feathers, huddled together en masse — every now and then one stretching to its full startling height, then sinking back upon the others to groom and preen themselves.   I snapped pictures, knowing they were too far away and too much together to be distinguishable in a shot, probably blurry in telephoto anyway, willing even one of them to spread sail for me.

Oh!” I must have sighed after a bit, aloud and involuntary, for as I did, they jumped, peered about their quiet green haven suspiciously, even as I wondered again why they preferred this murky, reedy hollow to the clear blue just beyond…

And then… like words put to Saint-Saens’ Carnival of the Animals…my heart leapt.

For quite of a sudden, she separated from the others (I think it was a she!), and like a prayed for gift, glided out on the water.

Lighting a Presence, a cathedral, an orchestration of praise upon the scene.   A feel of walking in the Garden in the cool of the day.  An air of wonder that made me stop and breathe, “Thank You.”

Lovely.

Solitary.

Beautiful swan.

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Doesn’t this shot, though a bit blurry, remind you of England paintings of lily pad waters? 🙂

©   Pam Depoyan

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photos: mine

This is the gorgeous piece of music from Saint-Saens’ Carnival of the Animals, with lovely words set to itIt was playing in my mind as I was watching this swan, inspiring me in this post…  :)  Love the beautiful, moving scenery someone added to this you tube version too!

 

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Places of the Heart

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LOVE, LOVE, LOVE YOU OLD HOUSE!  

It may be a stunning old Victorian Lady dressed in yellow on a corner near you.  Or perhaps a quintessentially charming ice cream parlor of bygone era where you always enjoy celebrating as a family.   You think it will always be there – but, mm…what if it isn’t?

Remembering another and different famed, long beloved yellow house I once knew in Santa Barbara, California, I searched for the family style restaurant online today and came upon this lovely reminiscence of a place that held such “story” for so many over the years *… 

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Alas, it is no more, this family room. It was a reward we gave ourselves, driving north from LA, weighing the kids to see how much their meal would cost. Passing around the soup tureen, the salad bowl, the big platters of chicken and pot roast. Once, after he had grown, and could no longer pay by weight, my son surprised me as a friend and I celebrated our birthday (same day, different year). He drove all the way from Long Beach to join us in our wishes. And the food was always nourishing delicious and comforting. Alas, only a faded memory. Love love love you, old house!

How these words from Suzanne tug at so many such places of remembrance in my own life!  Yours too? 

Oh…I am thinking of a grand old ship turned restaurant, called the Reuben E. Lee, where my family and another family of friends used to gather for bowls of thick clam chowder served with piping hot sourdough bread fresh from the oven…  Mmm, somehow it seemed to have sailed away one day…never to be seen again.

I am remembering YET A THIRD wonderful yellow Victorian that added storyline to my life- this one a Chocolate Shoppe that used to nestle along a street just around the bend from my  house; the site my family always had to stop by first thing each time they visited from across country; the place I took for granted to be available whenever I craved THE BEST homemade pecan turtles or was searching out unique and charming gifts of the season … and how one day, movers came, picked it up from it’s foundations, and carried it off to unbeknownst land…

I am recalling the giggles of my soon to be three friend, Miss Molly, just the other afternoon — when I ran into her family as I was snapping detail photos of the place of my drawing (above) … and how she immediately raced to the white fencing at the yellow shoppes.  How her dark eyes and chirrupy voice sparkled as she called us to watch her peek out beneath the fence…  The one of a kind memory she and her family were making that ordinary day on their way to splurge on an afternoon ice cream a few shops down… And I wonder…how many more stories will they spin here on this village corner?

There are rumors that the shop owners are leaving, and it is up for rent.  “Oh,” my friend and I both exclaim as we watch Molly running and giggling in the buttercup glow – “We hope they never tear this place down!”

And so…  for all of us who love, love love the old and beautiful houses, the ways they write stories on our lives … I wanted to capture this bit of warm Americana charm and story in pen and ink and pastel.  For you.

 

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Pen and Ink, “Yellow Victorian Shoppes at the Village Corner,”  mine.

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Creating from the fruit of our lips

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Speaking Psalms, Hymns and Songs… Post 2

As the winding road approached the train trestle at the village edge, the grey drear of the day had improved, casting bright bits of blue sunshine through gauzy white clouds.

I turned then into the small side street of the quaint town and stepped out into the lovely respite of hush that seems always to hover there.

Yet, that peace is made up of murmuring voices too.  The burbling of the river passing neath the disused wooden bridge, only steps beyond.  The chirp of birds flitting branch to branch overhead or running across lawns.  The gentle soughing of the breeze creaking through the rafters of the bridge and playing in treetops, lifting my hair from my shoulders.   And from a distance just round the corner, light laughter lilting over the rooftops from luncheoning cafe dwellers, settling over architecture of a century old here.  It is all blessedly unchanged, welcoming as a comforter.

As always, I’m enchanted by this diminutive white cottage beside the old stone church. Sized like a playhouse with a Victorian embellished portico, it makes me wonder – was this home long ago the vicarage to the church, just big enough for that minister?

It is not in the best repair.  The hedges are in sore need of trimming.  The yard is a mish- mosh and tangle of scraps.  Tiny fourth of July decorations, festive, if a bit out of place there in August; simple but attractive iron scrollwork chairs lining the walkway, hodgepodge.    Yet, there is a feeling of someone loving this little place…doing the best they can to pretty it up.

And standing there, camera in hand,  a story forms in me from these tiny puzzle pieces in the photo I snap.  I could envision a round cloth-covered table and chairs behind the hedge, instead of the chairs up front… set as though awaiting a guest for tea in the garden.  Cherry blossom trees framing the white of the home on either side.  I tinkered with changing the home color – maybe a pretty cottage butter-yellow.  Or perhaps just a brightly painted door instead.  But as I drew this one out, I couldn’t change the soft white color somehow.  It seemed…right.

Little White House in AdaInstead, I shaded beneath the roof line and around the portico with touches of heathery grey, as if the blossom trees cast their pink glow ever so soft upon the home, lit upon the round window in the door, danced on the path from the steps.   I added a hint of tumbled stone to that pathway, placed a few curtains in the windows, shored up the English country hedge, penned in a picket, set a couple of bluebirds winging about.  Bringing it into a fresh glory, the way a simple white flower stands out in a vase of pastel blooms.

I hope the owners are home when I stop by to gift them with a card sized print…and that it makes them smile.

Storybook cottage… like a Kincaid dream, a D.E. Stevenson home for her Miss Buncle…or a tiny cottage where Miss Beatrix Potter may have created her charming work. It reminds me of all these.  And…mm… maybe a bit of idyllic Disney too with singing bluebirds. 🙂

But more than that…today... a whispery thought comes.

“This is calling things that are not as though they were,” He seems to reveal.

The way He enjoins us in Deuteronomy 28 to choose and call forth blessing on all the work of our hands – before we see it.

To sow and reap harvest – because He set that law in motion.

To speak His Word so He can create fruit from the words in our mouths.  Bringing forth beauty out of ashes.

Because He is our Creative Father who speaks Life into being and has made us to do the same with His Spoken Word.

And then, I see it!

How in this entire scenario, the enjoying a walk along a quiet old street, the spying of a sweet English style cottage and imagining it’s story – it’s not unlike God creating fruit from our words of His Promises, especially as we declare with Him beauty and hope over something that seems drear and semi abandoned in other ways.  It’s not unlike His wanting to paint so much beauty and detail into our “stories,” lifting us out of the shabby and broken, and asking us to join Him in that by aligning our words with His…

Like Abraham calling himself “The Father of Nations” because God had promised him the fruit of that vision, when in all that looked to be “reality” it was purely impossible!

Like seeing yourself walking in God’s Word Promises when everything around you is screaming “no way that could happen!”

Like believing God could hold the heart of the King in His hands (when it seems they are far from following His Leading…  When you are considering giving up the vote) and move mountains at our say so…just because He said we could!  (And how He will move in our upcoming election in this way if we align with those standing for Truth closest to His Word, and believe for Him to…)

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And so… He dropped this week’s Word into my spirit.  A Word to speak out loud throughout our days, meditate upon, seek His Heart over for specifics in our own prayers…

 

Let’s share how His Words in our mouth changes our days!

Verse to Speak Aloud, Several Times a Day, Throughout This Week

As it is written: “I have made you a father of many nations.”  He is our father in the sight of God, in whom he believed—the God who gives life to the dead and calls into being things that were not.

~ Romans  4:17

  • In Your Name O Lord, I will call things as already done as God promises — speaking life to things that appear not yet to be,  like Abraham did.

 

To Ponder:

  • What does it mean to spiritually call things as already so, things that to our physical eyes are not?
  • What if today you call yourself and those you lift up, healed and whole in Jesus’ stripes!
  • What if you declare with God that His favor surrounds you, so that you take His Glory with you wherever you go?
  • In what ways do you see things changing to fruit in your prayers and life as you speak out His Word this week?

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©   Pam Depoyan

Photo, mine.

Little White House in AdaPen and Ink Drawing, “Tea in Bronson Cottage Garden” (1852 Victorian)… Mine.

* See my Christmas snow drawing of this 1870 stone church here: Churches

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When you are considering giving up the vote

A call to hope and not giving up!

If ever we needed to humble ourselves and pray for our land, stand up and be counted, it is now…

Thank you, Lord, for our home of many blessings…

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“I’ve been hearing it everywhere,” the Pastor began Sunday. “People proclaiming they don’t like either candidate, have good reasons to feel that way, just want to give up and not vote.  But God– what is HE saying?  Believe me – I do understand this sentiment, but now is NOT the time to give up! God is warning us, we are on a precipice in time…”

Inwardly, I nodded assent.  Sat forward a little to hear.

“What we don’t realize is that God is holding us responsible for the gifts He has given us – especially the gift of voting. And we will reap what we neglect or empower…

“‘But Pastor,’ you argue, ‘how can I choose between hateful over another?’  And I feel His compelling to warn you.  God is impressing me more and more as I’ve prayed about his leading on shepherding this church — good people are responsible in His eyes for doing nothing.  Just as they are responsible and will take on the judgement that is applied to any they align themselves with, knowing the evil stand that one represents and just sloughing it off.”     

That scary thought makes it all the more intimidating,” I thought.  “What if we align ourselves with the wrong one?” Images of Bible heroes flit through my thoughts.  Of King David, man after God’s own heart, yet a murderer and philanderer, too.  And of all of us, trying to decide between murderers and philanderers.

His next words broke through with deep resonance.  “In this election that is unlike any we have ever known, it is coming down to so much more than individual candidates who are not faultless.  We will never find people who are perfect – but the Holy Spirit is calling us to looking to Him as our leader.

“To seeking out information on what each platform stands for, and to seeking God on which one aligns with His Word. 

“This election goes far beyond who will be President, but will determine the way of our judges, the government of our children’s lives for decades to come… and that above individual candidates, is the true question — 

“Which platform’s thoughts will we allow to ultimately govern us?”

Listening, I felt as though he were shining a light on a dark corner in a deeper way.  Putting words to my wordlessness when I come up against those who are telling me they probably just won’t vote.

More than for a person, the pastor explained, we are actually voting their platform.  “Whether we believe it or not, each one has aligned themselves with a separate party platform,” he said.  “We may shrug that they don’t really follow it, but they MUST!  Whoever is elected, we as God’s people are responsible to hold them to it.

“But – how many of us are trying instead to choose as if in a popularity contest instead of really taking time to knowing those platforms?”

Suddenly, it made sense.  I thought of all the on the street interviews I’d watched this weekend, so many uninformed people just talking as inanely as I like her face, I hate his hair.

O God, I prayed… wake us up to how vital this is!

His next words compelled me to share them here with you today,

because it is like a shaft of light from out of the clouds…

“If it helps – do not think so much of choosing between two candidates, but between the platforms they stand on.  It is vital that you sit down and investigate the platforms as they are written out – contracts with the people – and compare them to what the bible says.  Becoming informed is the armor God gives us and He makes us responsible for doing so! 

“I am not telling you whom to vote for,” he continued, “but I am going to open up these platforms before you each week from now to election, then share the bible’s viewpoint and ask you to prayerfully compare…”

He chose abortion as his first key to explore, while I sat gobsmacked as he simply read the stance of Democratic Platform vs. the Republican.  I know the party I align myself with, but hearing it in such blatant black and white strikes the heart at the crucial and momentousness of this coming vote!

Tears choked him as he read these platform contract with the people statements… they blurred and starred my own eyes as I listened.  And though I don’t really talk politics on here  (or really anywhere) … I think I heard God’s whisper to my own heart.  Share this on the blog!

For this is NOT about politics.  Or about telling you whom to vote for.  It is understanding God’s leading on a gift He has given us… that He has put us in a nation, free under Him, and given us the gift of electing…  Do we want to throw that away?  And if we do, what does God say about it? 

The pastor began on page 25 of the Democratic platform.  You can read that here:    DOWNLOAD THE DEMOCRATIC PLATFORM

Then he read the Republican.  DOWNLOAD THE REPUBLICAN PLATFORM

Believe me… it is eye opening.

Then…  he compared to what God says in His Word, giving us several verses.  Reminding us to be careful before God on whom we align ourselves with – more than with a particular person  —  as far as their platform goes… 

Deuteronomy 30:19 (NIV) —  This day I call the heavens and the earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live

Psalm 139:13-16  (NIV)– For you created my inmost being;  you knit me together in my mother’s womb.  I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.  My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.  Your eyes saw my unformed body;  all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.

Isaiah 44:2 (NIV) —  This is what the Lord says—  he who made you, who formed you in the womb,  and who will help you: Do not be afraid, Jacob, my servant, Jeshurun, whom I have chosen.

Jeremiah 1:5 (NIV)  — “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”

Psalm 22:31 (NIV)  – They will proclaim his righteousness,  declaring to a people yet unborn:  He has done it!

Psalm 75:5-6 (NIV) — Do not lift your horns against heaven;  do not speak so defiantly.’” No one from the east or the west or from the desert can exalt themselves.

Ecclesiastes 11:5 (Amplified) — Just as you do not know the way and path of the wind or how the bones are formed in the womb of a pregnant woman, even so you do not know the activity of God who makes all things.

1 Corinthians 3:17 (Amplified) –  If anyone destroys the temple of God [corrupting it with false doctrine], God will destroy the destroyer; for the temple of God is holy (sacred), and that is what you are.

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If you feel the impossibility between choosing candidates… Stop considering it a matter of personality and think of this first and foremost as an election of PLATFORM…

Do we have the right to give up the vote?  When I read these I know Heaven’s answer is a thunder-clapping, resounding, NEVER!

That’s why, I encourage us all to know the platform for which we vote!

And I would entreat those who are not in this nation – please keep us close in heart prayer as we go to this election, feel free to share this on Facebook…  for certainly, our vote has world effect.

Holy Spirit, give us Your Wisdom!  Help us not to give up…but to know and follow Your leading in all our ways!  To really understand the responsibility You gift us with… especially in bringing Your Light forward when confronted with what looks only darkness…

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©   Pam Depoyan

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In the Rain-Scrubbed Light of Day

French Country WindowPadding in to the living room, I pushed toile curtains aside on their rings, making my way window to window, throwing up cotton blinds to the morn.

Outside, the breath of a breeze, child of the gale that stormed all night, lightly whisked treetops about the circle gazebo.  But already the air held a heavy, breathless warmth, mixed with  thin sunshine and a white smudge of cloud overhead.

Robin’s egg sky peeking here, there, offered untrustworthy hope of full sun and less humidity, though casting a lozenge of warm light on the carpet at my feet…(reminding me out of the blue, of my old sheltie, and how she loved to find such a spot of a morn, circle round and round to lay down and bask in it)… and to my astonishment, the longtime-in-coming fresh flowering geraniums were kicking up red and white striped pantalets,  as if dancing in their pot on my porch, refreshed and spurred on by the night’s rain…

O Lord, you beautify, dignify and crown my life with loving-kindness and tender mercy…You redeem my life from the pit and corruption,” I murmured, letting those words escape aloud on the air afresh.   It was the Psalm 103 verse I’d been meditating now for the last week…in answer to the Holy Spirit’s nudge… whispering like a breeze through my open window, stirring the gauzy curtains round my heart, calling me to turn my mouth to words of light.  Calling things as He has promised they are, in place of speaking out only what I see.

Mm… beautifies.   He not only makes me more and more aware of beauty round me moment to moment, somehow… (Lord, show me how)… He longs to make beauty of my life…

Dignifies.  When I feel less than, don’t think I’m making any difference in my one life, am put down or rejected… He dignifies me.  Sets me on high.  Calls me His Royal daughter and heir.

Redeems my life from the pit and corruption…   such as sickness, hopelessness, negativity, loss, lies of the enemy…

It is funny how even when we are alone, we can tend to declare useless words to a still room.  Just giving voice to thoughts that are going nowhere.  Like saying to no one there, “I wonder what so and so meant when they said– ”

But gently, He reminded me…”I’ve made you speaking beings.  To bring life with your very words…” 

How  much life was I really bringing with my words? I began wondering.  While a thought edged round the corners, imploring me to begin being more purposeful in putting His words…aloud…in my mouth.  Words that come against otherwise negatives that could easily come forward, watering mind and spirit with joyful promise. Several times a day.  Round the house.  In the car.  Out walking the neighborhood.   (I’m a bit more self conscious about doing that last one, though others often stroll by talking openly to their phones!)

And here... on this blog!

I was thinking how many of us like to choose a “word” for our year as January rolls in.  And that the EVER-SPEAKING God who creates from words and endows us to do the same does not want us limited to that ONE WORD.

So…What if we were to choose a different few words of His word each week to meditate, murmur aloud, seek His voice in, and roll around as honey on our tongues throughout those seven days?  For those who journal, to maybe even write down some insights He brings to mind and heart and spirit… and share what we “hear?”

To actively do as Ephesians 5:19 enjoins us…    Speaking to one another with psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit. Sing and make music from your heart to the Lord…”

And so I’m initiating Speaking Psalms, Hymns and Song of the Spirit here.  (Though it will open at the beginning of each week, I will link up on other days as well so you can join in any time…)  I’ll offer a verse at the end of each post for us to ruminate and chew on…aloud… each day of that week.  Then return here the following Sunday for the next week’s word.  They will only be a starting point… feel free to choose your own meditation verse as He leads!  I look forward to hearing what He’s moving in you through this each week too!

Just as I completed these words here, my phone jangled.  A woman from a ministry I give to, asked if she could pray with me.  As she did, her words became as living water showering me…crowning me with His loving-kindness and tender mercies. “See that image of His Blood redeeming and cleansing and pouring over you, head to toe,” she encouraged…

Digital CameraStepping outside to capture a closing photo for this post, I leaned over my newly transplanted hydrangea plant.  It’s been a few weeks now and I’ve been uncertain as to it’s “taking” to the rocky new ground.  Brown crinkles leafy greens.  But this morn… I pushed aside the leaves in the same way I opened my curtains earlier.  In the rain-scrubbed light of day, almost hidden, jewels are beginning.

Jewels in a crown.

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Let’s share how His Words in our mouth changes our days!

Verse to Speak Aloud, Several Times a Day, Throughout This Week

(especially in those moments when circumstances are screaming the opposite!)

  • You satisfy my mouth with good so my youth is renewed. 
  • You make me like the eagle – strong, overcoming, soaring!

~ from Psalm 103: 5 (amplified)

To Ponder:

(No matter your age…) How do I see Him renewing my youth today?

In what ways is he making me strong, overcoming, soaring?

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©   Pam Depoyan

Hydrangea photo, mine.

Pen and Ink Drawing, “Morning Glory” … Mine.

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One Bestselling Author Who is Making a Difference

“Lucy, Lucy, eats stinky food that puts us all in a big, bad mood!”  How can Ralph be so mean, Lucy wonders?  Lucy is one of a kind, and Ralph loves to point that out. Lucy’s defining moment comes when Ralph truly needs her help. Because she knows what she stands for, Lucy has the courage to make the right choice. This charming story empowers children to always do the right thing and to be proud of themselves even when they are faced with someone as challenging as Ralph.

 

Something fun landed in my email a month or so ago… a Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators callout for a volunteer writer to interview bestselling picture book author Maria Dismondy.  Followed by – “Hi Pam, you were the first to respond, so the assignment is yours!”

I hadn’t heard of Ms. Dismondy at that point, but as someone who enjoys writing for children and has a few picture book story and art ideas stringing through her mind even this moment, I knew I’d love to talk stories and publication with another writer who is reaching hundreds of thousands with her witty and poignant books.

Then, wanting to get to know a bit about her before reaching out for the interview… I clicked on over to her website — and fell in love with her story!   A dynamic, young and former teacher/now writer who longs to instill compassion and empathy in her small students…creating books out of her own childhood days of being bullied.  Mm… How much she resonates with my own heart on this topic!

Says Dismondy, “In today’s society, it’s important to remind children that, although we are different on the outside, we are very much alike on the inside.”

Captivated by her bubbly, enthusiastic and engaging teaching style, I viewed many of the video links there — watched her in action as she in turn captivated young kids — and grew even more excited to write this piece of her story for the SCBWI.   Then, searching out at a local bookstore and reading this her first book (the charming Spaghetti) cinched it.

I’m happy to say she’s agreed to join me here soon for a bit more of her story and the message of her heart and books… and I can’t wait for us all to get to know her better when I post that continuing interview here!

In the meantime, I thought you’d all like to meet her today in the brief interview I wrote over at the SCBWI…  Won’t you join us there?  :)   Then do watch for more with Maria here soon!

http://scbwimithemitten.blogspot.com/2016/08/to-self-or-not-to-self-by-pam-depoyan.html

Maria Dismondy

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©   Pam Depoyan

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