Saturday, January 29, 2011

10/30

happiness is...a Saturday morning run with my sis on a 40th birthday getaway

Thursday, January 27, 2011

9/30

thrift store finds: all this for around $54!
16yo oldest son attending TeenPact next week and needed some appropriate clothes

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

8/30 and Baseball

Firehole River, Yellowstone National Park
I took this pic on our Make-A-Wish trip last summer. I think it's my fave landscape photo from Yellowstone. I love the contrast of the cool flowing river with the hot springs right next to it. Plus, the dead tree in the foreground reminds me of the cypress in Starry Night.

"I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me." Funny huh? My Dad sent that, and a dozen or so other puns in an email, but this one made me laugh the hardest. Then I realized it's a good metaphor for my life this week. The baseball represents the humble realization that my teenagers, much to my horror and suprise -haha, lack the ability to self-parent. self-parent. And yes it did hit me - squarely in the face. Our too-distracted lifestyle over the last few months has taken a toll and it's time for me to circle the wagons, radically protect my schedule and my family time, and remember that teenage boys need mothering, too.

I'm still very grateful for the day-school M & A are attending. We've been blessed in so many ways, and I'm confident we are where we're supposed to be in our educational choices this year. But it's still work. Hard work. I'm homeschool mom and dayschool mom all at once. Parenting five children takes time. Lots of it. There is simply no way to have several kids, take Deuteronomy 6 and Proverbs 22:6 seriously, and have much free time. Yes, it's the truth that the life of a mother is a life of sacrifice - but one that is 100% worth it! As a friend recently encouraged me, if we by God's grace are faithful, our children will rise up and call us blessed.

In the meantime we press on. What the Lord calls us to do, He equips us to do - so I repent, put my trust in Him, and ask Him for the strength to be faithful.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

7/30


Starry Night Study in Pencil (with 6B pencil)

Sunday, January 16, 2011

6/30

waffle dogs for Sunday breakfast!

Monday, January 10, 2011

4/30


measured at least 6 1/2 inches on the deck!

Saturday, January 8, 2011

3/30

dh replacing a broken relay switch on the fridge.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

2/30

40th Birthday self-portrait

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

1/30

Resurrecting my Thirty Pictures series for the new year...
My little corner of the world.

I find myself here surrounded by art books with ideas fluttering around, begging to be organized into a syllabus and cohesive lessons. I'm teaching art! The opportuinity has taken me completely by surprise, yet somehow the Lord had prepared my heart for it. A small, simple class. An elective at M & A's school.

It's exciting and intimidating at the same time. I pray that the Lord can use me to inspire the children to love art, learn the grammar of drawing and painting, and imitate masters as image-bearers of a creative God.

Our new school situation has brought many challenges and many blessings. I had hoped for a "break," but that didn't really materialize. Juggling time in the car, homework, and lunches for the 2 in school with supervising two teenagers and the work their tutorial demands, plus the needs of an active four-year-old and a husband and a home ... it's just flat-out a lot of work. The life of a mother is a life of sacrifice, and I'm learning more and more to give my plans over to the Lord, to find my strength in Him, and - as always- just do the next thing.

So while I'm doing the next thing, why not teach art? A need arose at school, and I had been doing some thinking about being more involved and contributing to that community in some way. Art class is not something I went looking for, but when I was discussing the possibility with the headmaster, my head started to spin with ideas and my excitement grew.

So here I am, in my little nook, pouring over Mona Brookes, shopping for supplies, and choosing which masters we will try to imitate this semester. Here goes nothing!