Here is what I have been working on in the art department:

I know it's a little hard to read...I am still getting used to my new phone.

(Yes, I drew the fireworks too.)
Have a good first!
I believe God wants to reveal Himself through His people. This blog is my attempt to explore God's mysterious world and my role in it.
Then He told them many things in parables, saying: "Consider the sower who went out to sow. As he was sowing, some seeds fell along the path, and the birds came and ate them up. Others fell on rocky ground, where there wasn't much soil, and they sprang up quickly since the soil wasn't deep. But when the sun came up they were scorched, and since they had no root, they withered. Others fell among thorns, and the thorns came up and choked them. Still others fell on good ground, and produced a crop: some 100, some 60, and some 30 times. Matt. 13:3-8
"The Indians around here tell a cautionary fable about a great saint who was always surrounded in he Ashram by loyal devotees. For hours a day the saint and his followers would meditate on God. The only problem was that the saint had a young cat, an annoying creature, who used to walk through the temple meowing and purring and bothering everyone during meditation. So the saint, in all his practical wisdom, commanded that the cat be tied to a pole outside for a few hours a day, only during meditation, so as not to disturb anyone. This became a habit -tying the cat to the pole and then meditating on God -but as years passed, the habit hardened into religious ritual. Nobody could meditate unless the cat was tied to the pole first. Then one day the cat died. The saint's followers were panic-stricken. It was a major religious crisis -how could they meditate now, without a cat to tie to a pole? How would they reach God? In their minds, the cat had become the means.
Be very careful, warns this tale, not to get too obsessed with the repetition of religious ritual just for its own sake. Especially in this divided world, where the Taliban and the Christian Coalition continue to fight out their international trademark war over who owns the rights to the word God and who has the proper rituals to reach that God, it may be useful to remember that it is not the tying of the cat to the pole that has ever brought anyone transcendence, but only the constant desire of an individual seeker to experience the eternal compassion of the divine. Flexibility is just as essential for divinity as is discipline."
The Waltz
Unity in Ministry
By Vi Estel
"Will you come and dance with me?" he asked me oh so tenderly,
"And waltz with me around the floor like no two ever danced before?"
I smiled at him; my heart skipped a beat and before I realized it, I was on my feet.
Accepting his invitation seemed so right and I was willing to dance all night.
He looked to the Maestro and said, "Conductor, if you please"
And at His direction, the orchestra played with the greatest of ease
The most beautiful waltz I'd ever heard
And we danced and we danced without saying a word.
We both knew when the music began that we were a part of a much larger plan,
And this waltz that we started just minutes ago was the first of a lifetime of dances
To show that we were becoming partners for life;
Not just on the dance floor, but as man and wife.
I followed his lead as the music played on and we moved 'cross the floor in complete unison. What freedom I felt with his hand in mine, keeping in step, stepping in time.
The future was bright for two people that night who waltzed as though dancing on air.
Life was just grand while holding his hand and gone were all worries and cares.
As the music played on the the clocked ticked away, night time approached at the close of the day
And the music took on a different mood; and we found ourselves with a new attitude.
We were tired, without a doubt, and found that even good things wear you out!
But when one would faint, the other was strong and together we faced each new song.
There were times, I'll admit when I wanted to quit, But how could I leave him alone?
We'd partnered for life and I was his wife, "flesh of his flesh and bone of his bone."
He was my "head" and I, his "helpmate," We've waltzed now for so many years.
I've laughed when he laughed and cried when he cried, shedding innumerable tears.
Now, we've become one and though the dancing is done, we still make quite a smart pair.
I'll never regret that day when we met and he asked me to spin 'round the floor.
Sometimes it seemed slow, the music you know, and other times it was so fast.
But together we stayed whatever was played and looking back I thank God for the past.
One, two, three, -one, two, three -It's the rhythm of the waltz you see;
One Conductor, plus two partners, make a unit of three.
The Conductor selected the tunes and tempo for each melody.
And side by side, we simply complied with the music He played faithfully.