Noticing Little Things

Naturally a big picture person, I see the whole automatically and only very selectively see the details. But when I get out in nature, it is a purposeful act of worship to intentionally see the details, try to notice everything. It is in purpose and requires all my concentration. As such it is like a meditational therapy and also worship. Each detail makes me appreciate God more. Every detail is perfect, pure, beautiful, glorious. And the big picture, that God made it all perfectly in harmony on purpose with love. ❤

Walking Home

This beautiful red shouldered hawk landed by us as we were walking home from the store. Such a beautiful bird. And while it was too far away for a great shot, this was descent and I marvel at the great detail God put into such a bird. All of them, really. All of us too, really. Such masterpieces! Praise God!❤

Seeing an Old Friend

I think sometimes God puts someone fresh in your mind because something is left undone with them or to let you know they will be headed your way soon. Well, this happened recently in a dream and some random thoughts through the day and today we randomly met up at a park. Well, because of the Holy Spirit preparing me, I was ready and knew what to say and what he needed to hear. It is beautiful how God works out unresolved or unfinished business in the right timing when we are ready for it and the other person is ready for it. And God continues to amaze me every day. I love Him so much to take care of the little nagging details of our lives to promote growth and peace and show love. He is so very good! ❤❤❤

Tiny Touches

For me, the hardest thing to be patient with is the little minute details of most anything, being born a big picture person. My family are all detail people. This had caused much disparity over the years, to say the least. However, when it comes to art, and quilting specifically at this moment, I drum up an endless supply of patience for the details. Why? Because art trumps everything as my most natural form of worship and I will be excellent at it if I can. Art quality is separated in excellence by the tiny touches, the details. It is these tiny touches I am working on now with my quilt. I have handset two fabrics together into a square and am now using a template to finish a smaller square. 99 of them, to be specific. It will be the crown detail on the quilt and although much time is required, it is a gift given in exchange for a more no wee auto full quilt. I need to find a way to incorporate the same lesson into my life in every way. The down side of being a big picture person is the details for excellence are chore. But maybe if I consider all of life a beautiful artwork, I can get better at the tiny touches that make such a difference. ☺

The Story of Her Heart

A mature woman of God once told me her story. She was a patient of mine, a regular, a real sweetheart. She told me of her heart’s song, the story of her love life. It goes something like this (but without her charming demonstrative flare- you’ll have to imagine it). She was married to a man who was horrible to her for years and was miserable and wanting desperately to be loved and held and treasured by a man. She happened to meet a man she had been friends with a long time but they realized they loved each other. The bad thing was that he was also in a miserable marriage also to a horrible woman. They, for 9 months of bliss together, justified their love because their marriages and spouses were so horrible and they felt so good and whole in each other’s arms and company, it seemed like destiny, they were soul mates in every sense of the word, perfect for each other. It was a perfect fit. Well, the man was being kicked out of his living arrangement and decided to go back to his wife to survive (she would not leave her kids so stayed in the house married technically- divorce being a bad thing back then), leaving her high and dry, not looking back, throwing her away like garbage. She ended up heart broken and almost died of her broken heart, so great was the loss and the betrayal. She yearned for him and mourned him for 9 full months, the amount of time they were together. And I was moved to tears as she still teared up speaking of it, such a sad story, such a broken women before me even telling the story to me so passionately, so empathetic was I to her pain, I felt it equisitely. Then she changed her demeanor entirely and began again. This beautiful old woman told me that the story didn’t end there. She said that she felt alone and friendless after that and decided she would not waste the rest of her life depressed until she died, so she started praying and reading her Bible. A new friend helped her to rebuild her heart a little at a time and she became a strong woman of faith and character and she said Jesus restored and forgave her entirely and He can do the same for anyone. I thanked this beautiful woman for sharing her heart story with me and hugged her. It is not every day you meet someone so willing to share their intimate struggles and testimony. (She gave me permission to share this, by the way.) I think if we all showed people how Jesus changed us and humble ourselves enough to be vulnerable to the listeners and tell it like it is, warts and all, we would help win souls to Jesus for salvation and eternal life with Him in heaven. Jesus has saved us all who are saved and someone may need to hear your heart story to be saved. Never be too proud to tell it. Or rather, be more proud of Jesus and how incredibly He saved you from it that what it might look like that you were imperfect enough to need salvation in the first place. ❤