Sunday, February 23, 2014

No longer weary!

I'm tired.

No, wait - I am a resting introvert.

No... hmmm. I am a first born.

Type A.


Second in Command.




No... I'm tired. Tired of labels. Tired of personality tests guaranteed to solve all your problems. Tired of pigeon holes, boxes, shelves, and whatever. I'm tired of brand new revelations, ten new ways, five top solutions, three best evers, and one absolutely new-you-have-never-heard-this-before statements.

I'm tired of having my corners knocked off so that I can fit someone's nothing-new-under-the-sun mold of what they think of me.

I am sticking with the Tried and True.
Yet those who wait for the Lord
Will gain new strength;
They will mount up with wings like eagles,
They will run and not get tired,
They will walk and not become weary.
Isaiah 40:31

I'm sticking with the Lord Jesus.

Off to read my Bible and learn more about who I really am and who He really is.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Funtry Friday visiting!

My neighbor's Red Heeler thinks I am hers, so if she is out and about in the morning she will join me while I do my chores. Of course visiting me also involves throwing a stick since that is Bailey's favorite game.

Sometimes her definition of a stick is not quite the same as mine...

Okay, while Bailey gnaws her tree in half, let's go visit the chickens. Or at least one chicken.

Remember the amazing Mrs. Chicken? Christmas is still pretty amazing. She hasn't laid an egg since last fall and she is slowing down a bit, but at 17 years old (as near as I can figure) I don't care if she lays any eggs! And yes - that is really old for a chicken. Aren't you glad we stopped to visit her today?

Hershey likes to visit, too. Sometimes with me, sometimes Billie Jane, and sometimes he ambles all the way to the back fence and visits with Dakota.

Horses are very social creatures - it's that whole herd thing, you know. They like to gather and groom each other and just hang out together.

Billie Jane isn't usually interested in the afternoon visiting, because she would rather finish up whatever Hershey has left in his feeder.

And then later, while visiting with me, she will pose with Hershey. Oh. Wait a minute - what happened here?

Go figure. Hershey is all fuzzy because he moved and Billie Jane is sticking out her tongue. Usually it's the other way around!

Well, let's move right along and go visit one of the sunsets we had recently. Nothing fuzzy about this!

Ooohhh lala! Love it when the sky glows top to bottom! Sure makes the end of the day pretty.

Hope you had a lovely Funtry Friday and got to visit with a few of your friends, too!


Sunday, February 16, 2014

Did you ever wonder?

Did you ever wonder how where I got the idea for the name "tapestry316"?
The Weaver
My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me.
I cannot choose the colors;
He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the underside.
Not 'til the loom is silent
and the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
This poem was read by Corrie ten Boom many times and is featured in her book, The Hiding Place. The story of her family in Amsterdam during WWII is amazing! There was a movie made staring Jeanette Clift, and it is a wonderful retelling of the story that stays true to the book. No spoilers here - read it or watch it! And let me know what you thought about it!
"tapestry" came from this poem.
316 came from John 3:16.

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son,
that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have eternal life.
John 3:16
There you have it:  tapestry316.
Have a wonderful weekend.
PS The Weaver was written by that famous author, Anonymous.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Funtry Friday - Check out my mad video skills!

Oh, and if you bought that one... I will have to go and hide. LOL

Prepare yourself for some geek-less video skills!

Yeah, well... I am learning how to use my free editing program - big score - I merged two videos together! haha And put in silly captions and titles and got the music on and the windy sound off - and then I managed to save it all so that it could upload to flickr - and then I managed to get the html and post it on my blog. ...along with a grammatically incorrect huge run-on sentence with incorrect punctuation. Go me.

Now, I need a nap.

Doesn't sunset signal the time for a "long winter's nap"?

Happy Funtry Friday!

PS No bowls were smashed, stomped, creamed, or eaten in the making of this video. Nicked and slobbered on, perhaps...

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Picking daisies!

Well, really painting daisies but since we drew imaginary daisies to paint we sort of did pick our own daisies!

It was really good to be back to my watercolor class after such a long absence. I did remember how to paint (mostly) and I had a lot of fun.

This week, Caroline Linscott had us paint daisies so that we could learn how to paint (not paint?) white flowers. The trick with white flowers is to leave a LOT of white paper and really concentrate on the background.

Since I needed to keep all that paper white, I covered it with masking fluid before I painted the background. And, yes - there was a generous dash of salt all over the wet paint in the background. I love the texture you get when you use the salt with watercolor.

We are using two main colors for this fun painting - aren't they luscious!

Masking fluid off - now it's time to paint a few stems and concentrate on not painting a lot on the flowers.

It was really hard not to get the details on the petals too dark, but by the time I got the last flower finished I was getting the hang of it. We also added a bee. Mine is kind of the Godzilla of bees - just a wee bit large there. Kind of matches the stems which almost look like tree trunks. LOL

Moving right along...

I softened the stems a bit and darkened the background around the daisies. I like that better, but I think I am going to lighten the stems on the right were I got just a wee bit carried away. Oh, and Mr. Bee needs a couple more legs on the other side of his body and maybe a little bit of blue on his wings. The salt pattern came out really cool, so I am going to work on keeping that pretty much the way it is.

It was really fun to paint along with Caroline and we all had very different paintings. Here is hers -

"He Loves Me" original watercolor by Caroline Linscott
I love her delicate colors and the wavy stems - and her bee is really cute, too.

Another very fun painting day! Local to Prescott, Arizona, and interested in joining her class? Contact her! See you there!


Sunday, February 9, 2014

Just a whisper...

Well, I made it to church today - but I left my singing voice tucked away at home. Since the cough which has dragged on and on seems to get worse when I talk, I figured that singing would do the same thing so I silently "whispered" the words of our songs today.

Just a few words into the first hymn, and I was struck with a lightening bolt thought.

In many countries it is illegal to do what I was doing this morning. It is illegal to gather together and worship, read the Bible, and share the love of Jesus. When those who love the Lord gather in these countries, they do so quietly and sometimes with whispered hymns and memorized Scripture. They often gather knowing that they risk their lives.

What would make them do that?
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son,
that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have eternal life.
John 3:16
Whispering the words this morning, made me think of my brothers and sisters in Christ who suffer persecution. It made me appreciate their steadfast faith and reminded me of the love for the Lord that we all share.
For details about their day to day lives, visit Voice of the Martyrs at
Sharing the Love,

I was inspired to create this blog post in answer to Sharla's challenge for the Blogging Business Artisans.

February- BeadedTail - Love
Love is celebrated this month so show us what you love! Whether it's time with family, spring around the corner, food or furbabies, create something that shows us what you love!

Friday, February 7, 2014

Sunrise... Sunset - Funtry Friday!

Is that song stuck in your brain now?

Well, here is your sunrise - complete with fog bank!

No ocean around here, but this week we did have fog in the morning. It didn't stay around long after sunup, but it sure made for a pretty sunrise.

The emus weren't that interested in the fog bank - breakfast was much more important.

I can hear them "thrumming" in excited anticipation of their morning munchies!

Benny Bunny likes to munch all day long.

One of his favorite snacks is dry Cottonwood leaves. He goes just about as wild for these as he does for a carrot!

This week I am wild about my new garage door. It goes up and down and up and down and up and...

...down repeatedly. Ahhhh.... much better than the one that stayed down or folded in half.

Also neat - I was able to use the insulation from the old door, but let me tell you - that stuff was not easy to get out.

Well. For me. But, by the time I came out to check on the status of the door, the guy installing it had the panels in the new door and the door almost all together. My goodness. Wore me out to watch that much work!

It was much easier to watch the sunset.

Pretty amazingly spectacular!

So there you go -  a Funtry Friday sunrise and sunset!


Sunday, February 2, 2014


Oh, gracious - the fun of going through old family photos! You just never know what little gems you will find.

Something like this, maybe?

Isn't she pretty? This is my Nana - my mom's mother.

And look at these two cuties. That's me on the left, and my darling sister... who is sticking her tongue out at me? Huh...

Well, here she is being angelic.

There are some photos that mark milestone events. Like the time my left handed father broke his left arm and learned to write with his right hand. He could use either hand very well all his life, but he went back to writing with his left hand as soon as that arm healed. The sweet young lady next to him is his sister - the one he went to war to protect.

There aren't a lot of photographs of Mom on stage, but she was in several plays in high school and college. Mom is seated at the table reading a book. I'm not sure who her character was, but the play was "Night Must Fall".

Then there are the very rare images. This is possibly the only photograph there is of Nana's father - my great-grandfather.

Family. We are such an interesting group of individuals whose lives have been sewn together by births, marriages, and adoption.

Sometimes the stitches are a little frayed, and some parts need gentle care and tender patching - but there we are. Offering that "tender loving care" even when it isn't wanted - or can't be understood.

That is part of adoption, because quite often the hurts run too deep for words. Shannon shares it so well, doesn't she?

Interesting that we are called children of God - by adoption.

For you have not received a spirit of slavery leading to fear again,
but you have received a spirit of adoption as sons
by which we cry out, "Abba! Father!"
Romans 8:15
Maybe some of our daily struggles are because we have trouble grasping the love of the Father who has adopted us. The Father who calls to us, even when we don't listen. The Father who faithfully waits for us to come to Him.
Resting in the Father's arms,

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