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Spiritual Sundays: Christ in Art

As an artist myself, I believe wholly in the spiritual connection of art with its creator and those viewing it. No other medium allows such freedom of expression with no real limits and allows the viewer to interpret the art on a purely spiritual level. Art speaks to people. It tells a story, it has a message, and it expresses emotion, it is personal and interpretive. No wonder there have been so many depictions of Christ throughout the centuries, his message resonates with all times and cultures.

My favorite aspect of biblical art is the fact that regardless of how Christ is depicted in a piece of art you can always tell it is Christ. This is because through the artist and the viewer the Holy Spirit works to testify of Christ. It's truly miraculous.

Don't believe me? Look:

His Birth
Misc Works of Art on Christ 
800 Images of Christ
Depictions of Christ

Feeling a bit blah...who cares...

So today my house is a mess,
my laundry is backed up,
my children were uneducated,
I was too lazy to make dinner and took the kids to a buffet,
I took a really long nap because I was exhausted,
I only sort of ran today and was secretly glad when we stopped after 25 minutes,
my heart just isn't in it today.

I did manage to get myself to book group tonight...only to be further put out by the book selection for next month. We are reading Sarah Palins book Going Rouge. Groan. Maybe it is just my melancholy mood today...but I am honestly not interested. I will read it though of course, you never know, maybe my opinion of her will change. I'm not really sure what it is I don't like about her-I just don't. Not very charitable of me-I know. I am sure she is a perfectly lovely person. In my opinion she comes across as a bit of a bully...and you can be a leader without being a bully.

Well I am off to actually clean my house...maybe that will make me feel better and listen to my MP3 player. I am listening to a book called Daddy Long Legs by Jean Webster. It is such a cute story...I am fast becoming a Jean Webster fan.

The Sociology of Mormon Culture Or Chats Amongst Relief Society Sisters

So today while Visiting Teaching all 3 of our ladies....

..we had some reoccurring themes in conversations and

I learned that Psych is the show to watch

and Dave Ramsey is the guy to get you out of debt.

This Week So Far...

Saturday we went out to Uncle Bill's in Ontario for a family dinner. My second cousin Tara brought her new born baby Mackenzie for everyone to meet. Isn't she cute?!

My own baby Oliver turned 5 on the 17th!! We had a small little party with Grandma and Grandpa Mitchell and his Aunt Heather and cousins. We will take him to Chuck E Cheese this weekend for some extra fun.

We took the boys on a field trip to the Canyon County Historical Society Museum. They had a lovely assortment of displays for such a tiny museum. One of the boys favorite things there were the large model trains on display. 
And we all got a kick out of the large mustache tea cup collection- designed to keep those Victorian mustaches high and dry while drinking tea...who knew!

Today we headed to Albertson's for a field trip with a group of homeschool families, We got a lovely tour and, ate many samples, and learned all about healthy eating.

It's been a busy week so far and there is lots more on our to-do list. 
It is so nice to have Levi home for the week and do all these fun activities with him! 

Hello Blog

 Hello Dear Blog,
I am so sorry I have neglected to write on you this few weeks. I have been so busy actually living life-I haven't the extra time to write about it. I will try harder to make some times to jot my thought down, because blog I miss you dearly. You provide a sort of odd therapy...or perhaps I just love to read myself thinking aloud. Either way I promise to write at least weekly from now on.

Lets see where to begin...first of all I have been working hard with the kids on our habits. When you homeschool it is SO easy to let a lot just go.I am working hard to stick to the lessons I had planned for the week also...sometimes I just push them to the next week-No more!

"Did you make your bed? "
"Ah!No biggie you can do it later."
"Are you dressed for the day?"
"Oh that's ok we don't have any activities outside the house today. "
"Did you do 5 lessons in math this week?"
"4 is -good enough."

Little things like that add up to general sloth likeness-so we are whipping ourselves into shape. 

And I am literally whipping myself into shape. I started running again. See I used to run...and I loved it. I one of those sick individuals. I am an endurance runner and your body never forgets that joy. So I started up running every couple of days just a mile her and mile there. Now I have a partner and she is serious! So we meet to run at 5am and run our little (big) bums off (we hope). You can follow my progress over at the Daily Mile.

On the crazy side, I may be going back to school for a BA in Art Education. I want to go to NNU if they will have me. I need to retake my ACTs in April, make sure my financial aid is in order, apply and GO baby Go! I talked with my best friend and husband about what program they think I should go into for a degree and they both said Art Education without hesitation. So we will see how this all plays out. Yes I still plan on homeschooling...that is where the crazy part comes in. : )

I have also worked on the outline for my novel. I had just been writing to write and realized my plot and events kept changing-so an outline will help me stay on track and get the story done. 

Blog-consider yourself updated....
But wait..

I forgot to mention...

Levi is home!! And he is looking for a local job so he can be home more often then once per month. Wish us luck or pray for a miracle...either one may give us an edge!

Your loving author,

Past Tense

Past Tense

Once upon a time
The future seemed far off in the distance
We listened to them complain
How time flies by so quickly
Then we were there, so suddenly
We hardly knew how we’d gotten here
Couldn’t help but look behind us
Just to check
Where did the time go?
It had been used up so thoroughly
Unchangeable and permanent
We turned around and looked forward
Straight past the horizon
To the new future
We’d be more careful with this one
Only to realize
What is a future
Without today ?
Only a moment in passing

by April Mitchell


I was just thinking today about all the people I love and have loved in my life so far. The weirdest thing is once you love someone you never stop...even if you break up, move on, or they die, or something. You don't love them intensely or passionately anymore it is a different sort of love. You could go months and years without ever giving them a thought. But it is like your heart got stretched out when you opened up your life to love them. It never, ever shrinks and you carry that part of them around with you for the rest of your life. Whatever you call it- a blessing, a mistake, or just damage- you are forever changed by that other person and your own hearts capacity to love another. 

Curiouser and curiouser!

On a positive note, we have started a new family read aloud.

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

We have an older (1985) book with  the original story and lovely illustrations by Gwynedd M. Hudson throughout, because after all 

"What is the use of a book, without pictures or conversations?" 

With the new Alice in Wonderland movie coming  out from Disney and Tim Burton, I thought it would be a fun read-aloud for us and then we could take the older boys to see the movie at the theater in March.

I'm a widow?

One of my goals for blogging this year is to be more honest and candid in my blogging. I love when others are open and honest and they tell all the nitty-gritty details of their wonderful, tragic, and triumphant lives.(well maybe not all the details) I appreciate the way I can almost always relate in some way to their daily struggle and often find hope in it for myself. I write my own nitty-gritty details in the hope that it may bless someone else, either in the fact that you are not alone or just that you maybe don't have it so bad after all. Or maybe you'll read this a think " What a baby!" and that fine too.

Back to our regularly scheduled program...

I was in the grocery store line with the boys and a kindly and  lonely old gentlemen was talking to them and then to me. He asked about the boys names and was impressed with them, their origins and biblical nature. Then he asked about me and my husband, what he did, etc. (it was a long line) I  told him how Levi was a truck driver, OTR (Which in trucking lingo stands for 'over the road' and which in wife speak means- He drives all over the USA making deliveries and is not home nightly)The gentlemen says "Oh, so your a widow." I was a little confused and then I laughed and said "I guess, in a way." I left that store feeling very blue indeed.

A widow. This has never been more true than this last month. I did not see Levi once in the whole month of January. He was home for Christmas and then came back through once more before New Years and we haven't seen him since. His company sent him down to Texas and then over the Louisiana and he has been trapped in mid-west ever since. He's bounced around from Ohio and back to Texas. This would all be more bearable if he were racking up the miles (drivers get paid by the miles they drive) but unfortunately he drives for two days and then sits for one then drives for one day and sits for two. Which in normal working hours  would be like your husband only working 3 days a week instead of 5. Not good. Not good at all.

So here I sit all alone...literally...and I miss Levi and I hope that he will be headed home soon. I fear any day now I may crack, from the stress of it all. I toy with the idea of going back on anti-depressants to help me cope, but I hate that drugged haze that eventually comes.(please do not think that I abuse drugs, I have dysthymia...but usually cope just fine)  I may make it look easy being the practically single mother of 4 boys, plus homeschooling...but I tell you it is NOT easy. I'm strong, heaven knows I've been through enough to be considered "One tough cookie!", but I am also human and some things can only just be endured and possibly whined about until they pass. So I'll take a moment to whine about small paychecks and a missing husband-because there really isn't much else I can do about it.

I know I should count my blessings and all that jazz...but PLEASE! This is the real world-kindly allow me a moment.

Just keep your upbeat and positive thoughts turned low for just a moment-I can't hear myself moaning in agony.

Ahh! That's better.


After all-

It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lost it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. -Unknown

I am hoping our ship comes in, along with my husband, and my mental health because they have all been lost and are due to arrive. Any moment now would be fine with me!