One step forward, two steps back, Prayers in faith, may we never lack

Ephesians 6:13
“Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand”.

One step forward and two steps back
Prayers in faith, may we not ever lack
The path not straight by human eye
But you see past our self-bent cry

Stepping into you, robed in love
Wearing you, in prayer to rise above
When all the world begs us to fall
The beckoning of your love does call

Wrapped in Christ, armored in glory
His perfect walk, the truth in story
Stepping beyond the world at large
In you alone we give full charge

We pray we find in you, our way
When lost mid-step and in dismay
One step forward and two steps back
Prayers in faith, may we not ever lack

Beyond the Heart Undone

Mathew 29:34
Jesus had compassion on them and touched their eyes. Immediately they received their sight and followed him.

2 Corinthians 1:3-4
Praise be to God and the Father of Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.

In action all our deed should be
It say’s the most of Him in me
Gesture in the simplest form
Listening from a heart that’s torn

His light shines bright from the darkest place
Where we often are tempted to hide our face
He never does not light our way
If in our hearts we ask Him to stay

Help me Father to remain silently true
Your loves speaks beyond those who knew
Never will you abandon a one
Who asks you into the heart undone

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Before and after, the middle pic is the completion of two more “one of a kind” pieces of transformed “junk”.
The dresser has fabric wallpaper on top and on two drawers. Because I learn as I go (much like life) I sometimes have to learn the hard way (again much like life). In regards to the dresser this was most certainly the case. In the future I will apply texture on the front of a piece, no longer on top. Also when applying the paper I tried spray adhesive and it was very difficult, messy and did not stick as well as hoped for. However good old Mod Podge went on with ease and stuck like glue (hee-hee, that was a funny!!!!!)
The beautiful (some may say ugly) lamp was at total labor of love on my part.
When I stumbled upon the two two beat up, paint-stained, tarnished relics of the past at a local yard sale I could feel my eyes widen, palms sweat and my heart skip a beat. I may have even drooled just a little.
I’m fully aware this is not an attractive sight, but sometimes it actually works to my advantage. People usually are pretty quick to want to make a deal and get rid of the crazy lady with the with overactive “junkyard” salvation glands.

“I See The Light” Repurposed Bookcase Doors

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It’s against my “yardsale junkie” flea bitten, flea-market madness code to ever, ever throw anything old by the wayside. So needless to say I had to try and salvage the best I could these doors off an antique bookcase that had long ago fell into disrepair.
With clear glass beads I got my mosiac on and came up with a way to show light from different angles and now “I see the light” in a whole new way throughout the day.

“windows are not made for looking out but more for looking in.”

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When I was a child I had my Dottie She was my salvation. I loved her, I adored her and I miss her to this day. Dorothy Kathryn Jenkins (Mobley) was my grandmother. God really broke the mold with Dot. … Continue reading

Bitch Slapped Into Reality II

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Because I’m now a card carrying, senior discount taking, don’t mess with an old lady, member of the AARP. I reserve the right to re-tweek just a little, a previous post in which I allowed myself to poke a little fun at all us oldie’s but still goodie’s.

So, suck up the neck, pull on the depends and try not to pee yourself if you do get your giggle on, cuz here goes nothin;

As a still vibrant on the inside, used to be cute on the outside, 57yr old woman I just gotta say growing older aint for no stinkin sissy’s to be sure.

For me every birthday has been a celebration of life.
I love that I get the opportunity to age, learn and hopefully mature (debateable in my case). I am grateful to be older (again debatable as to any wiser.)

After all I have soooo many more life experiences I get to share (whether they like it or not) with my family and friends. So many more memories made together with those I love (and in some cases love to terrorize).
So, why in the heck does this neck of mine betray me at the supposed to be precious “kodak” moments.

Why am I developing and oversensitive fear that I may actually have to acknowledge someone, with the now tsunami porportioned “wave” capability of my lower arm?

Geez, I want to be able to gesture a big hidy-ho to all the other gray haired beauties, while we’re hitting senior Tuesday at the Goodwill.
But at the same time I avoid at all costs raising the arm that when in “wave” motion has the potential to “bitch slap” us all right back into our senior reality, like it or not!!!!

All kidding aside, I really do dig the fact that I’m still here. I love most of the journey (as long as they have a bathroom along the way). I’m still too cool for school and determined to live, love and learn (but not wave).

It’s All In How and Where You Look (when you’re about to put a little paint on the old barn)

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It’s official I am now a total yard sale junkie (I hope I don’t have to explain this to you, but just in case, the previous statement is a play on words and FUNNY).

Besides stumbling upon my long lost ass (previous post that you really should go back and read) at a yard sale a few weeks ago, I recently came upon a couple more diamonds in the rough and I do mean rough.

I’m starting to realize that finding the long neglected piece of trash/treasure gets me hooked with just the fun of the hunt. But what really trips the trigger and floats the boat is then getting it home and beating the rough right on out of it. Lord, what a rush! Let me interject right now, that I am one heck of a boomin baby boomer and I know a good rush when I get one.

Enough of that, now back to the good stuff. After paying next to nothing for the junk (which is a high in itself) I can hardly wait to get my refurbishing on!!!!
My husband has told me for years that “it never hurts to put a little paint on the old barn.” I’m pretty sure he has been directing that statement in my direction since menopause. But nonetheless it most definitely applies to my old/new treasures.

It is so satisfying to make something old, new again. Actually as I write, it dawns on me that for me this yard sale-ing, refurbishing thing is a metaphor for life. We all start off shiny (maybe a little pruney too) and new. With much love, luck and sometimes neglect a lot of us get worn out, tired and old. But, hopefully with a little help along the way somebody still sees there’s really no such thing as old junk. There’s treasure in everything and everybody if you know where and how to look.

The Art of Imperfection

I wrote this way back in 2011.  I was then and unfortunately still am a bit of a reality show junkie.  While I am totally enthralled in what some strive to achieve in their own reality, I am at the same time horrified as to how some us see beauty.  I did not get it back in 2011 and still don’t get it today.  The following is my take on the beauty of imperfection and how for me it is a reality worth celebrating.

 

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the beauty of imperfection.

It may be because I’m a reality show junky, that I have been bombarded with the idea as
to what some call “perfection”.  Or, maybe it’s just that I’m looking at more imperfect people trying very hard to keep up the appearance of perfection in non-reality.

I don’t get it!  Stop the madness! For my part in stopping the madness I have put together a few
thoughts to ponder.

There should be a law prohibiting anyone past the age of forty from EVER wearing hair extensions.  If you want to purchase a hair extension past the age of forty, be
prepared to provide your drivers license, Costco picture, blood test, birth
certificate and library card.  This would be a very harsh but necessary means to hopefully slap you back into reality, as only the picture on that darn drivers license can.

In regards to the lip thing, what can I say except that injecting your lips full of stuff is NUTS!
If you can no longer utter the phrase “The purple platypus’s play purposefully at a precious petunia filled park”, without feeling one lip touch the other, you need again to stop the madness!

What I’m trying to say is please let’s celebrate who we are, warts (icky) and all.

I speak now as one thin lipped, way over forty, graying beauty.  I love my imperfections and wear them proudly!  I don’t want to be what you want me to be.  I just want you to appreciate how perfect I wear my imperfection.

I kind of feel that way about everything in life.  I think too much time is taken away from appreciating the beauty and candor of imperfection because we all get too hung up thinking it all has to be perfect.

I poopoo that thought and encourage each and every one of us to realize the imperfect part of
life is the journey.  Don’t forget to enjoy the trip before you reach what may have never been meant to be your destination at all.