Painting.

About 2 months ago I was overcome with the sudden urge to buy a blank canvas and paint. So I did. One night I bought a starter kit at WalMart, turned on some worship music and painted what someone had recently described to me in a prophesy. That painting hangs in my bedroom and reminds me that everyday is a day full of forgiveness.

In the weeks that have past I have painted a few more paintings. Usually from images that I've seen in worship. I'm not a great painter by any means. But I do think that God's really happy when He sees me worshiping with a paintbrush. This picture is of the most recent painting I did. A blue heart. For me that represents peace, for Jeffrey grace. So I painted the opening line of my wedding vows on there as a reminder of what will soon be one. A peaceful graceful heart.

Sometimes I take things for granted. Like the fact that I never had to really study that hard in school, or that I make friends really easily. Today I took a really sweet little girl to the movies. She had been to the movie before, but she has hearing aids. So hearing the movie probably want very easy for her. Today we used all of the cool technology available. A cool captioning device and headphone that make the movie louder. And I was so grateful to get to take her to a movie she could hear and enjoy. This is the best part of my job. Getting to use my knowledge to help people.
It also made me really grateful that I have good ears. I promise to take Care of them- no loud iPod music here!! I'm also very grateful for a momma who treated us to all the popcorn we wanted!

The End of the Road

Today was a wonderful time of listening to my momma telling stories about where she grew up. I think her life would make a great book. I'd call it "Us Boys". That's what she used to call her and her three brothers- us boys.

Today she told me how they lived at the end of the road when she was just a baby. The house had long narrow windows and my momma, the youngest of seven children was probably in a hurry to grow up and be apart of the bustling world that was her house. One day, just after they moved in my mom toddled up to the window and said "someone's 'tomin". You see their house was at the end of the road and if anyone came all the way down that road, they were coming to my grandparents house.
That house is long gone now, but the memories of my momma and and her three sisters and three brothers playing games like, Annie Over and Stink Bait will forever be stories I love to hear. And now, they will be things that I chronicle here, so I never forget the house at the end of the road.