Have Courage and Be Kind….a Cinderella Way of Living…a Godly Way of Life

At our family movie night with my parents last week, we watched Cinderella. It is a stunningly beautiful movie with a beautiful message. It’s about a mistreated girl who listened to her dying mother’s last words to be courageous and kind, no matter how hard it was.

Time and time again, Cinderella just swallowed her hurt when her step-mother and step-sisters were cruel: when they wouldn’t let her eat with them; when they called her Cinderella because of the soot on her face; when they took her room and made her live in the attic; and when they tore her mother’s dress apart. Yes, it hurts when others put is down, take advantage of us, or mistreat us.

And sometime it takes great courage to be kind in the face of such hurt.

Our society is big on self-sufficiency and not being treated as a doormat. We applaud those who stand up for themselves and demand their rights instead of letting others walk all over them, but I think that is where the courage part comes in.

It takes courage to face opposition with kindness and to turn the other cheek.

“Finally, all of you, be like-minded and show sympathy, love, compassion, and humility to and for each other– not paying back evil with evil or insult with insult, but repaying the bad with a blessing. It was this you were called to do, so that you might inherit a blessing.” 1 Peter 3:8-9

“Even if you should suffer for doing what is right, you will receive a blessing. Don’t let them frighten you. Don’t be intimidated, but exalt Him as Lord in your heart.” 1 Peter 3: 14-15

And inherit a blessing is what Cinderella did! She got the Prince! Not because of how beautiful she looked at the ball. She had already captured the Prince’s heart while wearing rags, and he was smitten by her courageous and kind heart.

Living in kindness takes courage at times, but we are up to the task. We have the Lord on our side and can stand firm in the knowledge that He has our back no matter what. Our courage and kindness brings a smile to His face.

So have courage and be kind today.

You will find blessing indeed.

**I am not condoning any kind of abuse in marriage or in families. That is never okay. While we can be kind in return, it truly does not make it right and we do not have to stay in those types of relationships.**


More Whimsical Painting Attempts Equals Bobble Heads

I attempted more whimsical painting this weekend, this time doing project 2 of the Painting for the Heart Class by Juliette Crane. Being the “rebel” that I am, I wanted to do my own thing, yet learn the new techniques of loose and whimsical painting. The prompt was 3 lions, but I thought it would be fun to do 3 whimsical girls…like sisters.

So that is what I did…and it turned out rather weird. They look a lot like bobble heads, but oh well. I like the way the paint pooled for their lips and their rosy cheeks. That’s my favorite part.

But then I decided to go ahead and try to do the lions in the prompt.I used different paint colors for the background, but really tried to do the lions like Juliette Crane did. I’m happy with them, and feel like I am learning a little about being looser.

Here are a few pictures of the process…

And here are a few pictures of the lions during its creation.

Have a great Monday!


Painting For the Heart Class Project 1

Whimsical painting draws me in for reason. I don’t know if it is just the messiness, the out of proportion at times, the broken rules, the freedom to do whatever, but I love it and I really want to learn how to do it.

So I joined an online class called Painting for the Heart by Juliette Crane. She is excellent. Her first class showed how to do a bunny. I’m not really into animals, but the techniques here really good.

I think one of my favorite things so far is the freedom to paint over whatever it is you don’t like. Before, I lived with whatever I did, not wanting to “waste” all that work I had already done. But last night I painted over the whole bottom half of the bunny’s face because it was just too dark.

Freedom to do whatever.

I love it and can’t wait to try the next project this weekend.

Here’s a few pictures from start to finish.

Adding painted paper and book pages to cardboard.

Painted white on the background.

This was the difficult part…had to keep changing and painting
 and covering up until I liked it. 

I love finger painting!

I squeezed a bottle of distress paint and the whole cap flew
 off….and splatted onto my hardwood floor! Yikes!

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Whimsical Faces and Identity Crisis

I checked out the book, Drawing and Painting Whimsical Faces by Jane Davenport and tried out a little whimsical face for myself. It was so hard, but fun to try something new. When I was finished, I decided to write something around her head and hair and this is what I wrote:

Though she be afraid, she was brave and stepped out in freedom to be the woman God designed her to be….a woman of faith.

I’ve been thinking a lot about identity and how I perceive my value. I have always needed other’s approval, being the people pleaser that I am, but I’m learning that is definitely not where my value comes from. I’m learning to be who God designed me to be. 
I may not be the perfect poised and proper preacher’s wife. And I may never dress with style. I may be silly and laugh out loud a lot, and may just be the worst housekeeper in the world, but I am learning to just be me. 
I am creative, messy, goofy, and sometimes too transparent, but God has designed me for a purpose. I have my identity in Him because He is my creator and knows me inside and out. 
And He likes the way He made me, so why shouldn’t I?
Here are a few pictures of my journal page in various stages. 

I hope you have a super Monday filled with lots of laughter. 

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The Freedom of Art Journaling

There is such freedom in art journaling. Art and color have a way of leading the thought processes and freeing the feelings in a unique way. As I began this piece with a big black drippy blob, I thought about all the embarrassing things about me that make me feel unworthy. I smeared some pink, orange, and blue over the black, realizing as I did so, I try to be great at things,,,like a Super Sherrinda… in order to cover up all the yuck that makes me ashamed. I left some black here and there because in reality all those things are things I am working on. They cannot be covered up, Only through Jesus’ grace and mercy can those things disappear.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my need for applause. I’ve heard that the oldest of the family has a tendency to seek approval and need the verbal affirmation that others in the birth order don’t. Yes, I’m the oldest, and yes, I am learning that this is true of me….alas, still…at 50 years of age.

But I am learning that my worth is not bound up in what other’s think of me. God created me to be me. My calling is to live in love with the One who made me. To share that love. To express that love in what I do and what I say. He is the One and Only.

My worth come from the One who made me.
My worth comes from Jesus who gave His life to make me perfect in His sight.
My worth is in Him.

Ah, the freedom that comes from Jesus. There is nothing like it.

I am His.

I am loved.

I am enough.


Turning 50, Tattoos, Parties, and Proposals

I think I want to turn 50 every year. Seriously, I have been blown away from the overwhelming affirmation and love from everyone in every part of my life.

So let me share with you a bit of my birthday celebrations…

First, Mani/Pedi’s with my sweet daughter on Saturday.

Then off to the tattoo parlor with my daughter and one of my sons. Yes, I got a tattoo. I’ve been wanting one for a long time. You see, freedom is a huge theme in my life. Freedom from sin. Freedom to fly in the Spirit of God. Freedom from fear of what others think. Freedom from the fear of trying new things. Freedom from the fear of failure. (Hence my word for the year…Brave)

You see, freedom is not just being freed from something. It is freedom toward SOMETHING. Freedom to try. Freedom to feel. Freedom to fail. Freedom to chase the Spirit of God without the bondage of sin. I can run free. Unfettered. Free to fly. To soar in all that God has for me.

I chose the Hebrew word freedom (d@rowr) in Hebrew because not only does it look pretty, it expressed the same sentiment as freedom in Galations 5:1…my life verse. “It is for freedom that Christ has set us free.”

Besides all that….I felt it was a brave thing to do. I’m a preacher’s wife. I’m rather chubby. I’m 50. It’s not your typical young person old getting tattoos. But it has meaning for me and I’m so very glad I did it.

Next up, my incredibly sweet husband threw me a party Saturday night. He worked so hard to create a Hawaiian Luau in our backyard. He had tiki lights, twinkly lights, bamboo, etc and it was fantastic! We had a feast of Hawaiian meatballs, ham/cheese sliders, fruits, chips, dips, veggies, and an incredible cake brought by my sister. He had invited family and friends from church and I had so much fun. We ate cake and opened up presents, and then the big moment came.

My husband had me stand up with him and he shared how he had proposed 31 years ago on my birthday. Then he got down on his knee, opened up a little box with a beautiful ring (that my daughter created!), and asked me for another 31 years! Oh the teary eyes…and not just from me! What a blessing my husband is to me. I am spoiled and I love it! (and I said YES!)  😉

Today is my real birthday and when I got to work, I was greeted by sweet students singing Happy Birthday. These students-and staff – were dressed 50’s style! And surrounding my desk were 50 balloons and 4 huge bouquets of flowers that had been brought by the students at my school. I was given a gorgeous cozy sweater to wear at my iceberg desk and ate a yummy red velvet cake with the staff after school.

I am so overwhelmed by all the expressions of love. I feel like the most blessed person in the world. There is no way to express the depths of my gratitude, but I shall try. Just give me a few days to get my thank you notes in the mail. 😉

I really think my 50th decade may be my best yet!

What’s been your favorite birthday? Why?