Friday, December 28, 2012

year in review~2012

this past year i started the new tradition of choosing a word to focus on, to think about, to guide my way, and to illuminate my path. i chose 'transform.' here is a bit of what i posted on my sister's and my business blog, two sisters beading:


verb (used with object)
to change in form, appearance, or structure; metamorphose.
to change in condition, natureor character; convert.
to change into another substance; transmute.

Synonyms:altercommute, convertcookdenature, doctormake over,metamorphosemoldmutate, reconstruct, remodel, renewrevamp,revolutionizeshift gears, sing different tune, switchswitch over,transfertransfigure, translatetransmogrify, transmute, transposeturnaround, turn over new leaf, turn the corner, turn the tables
the words i'm most interested in are renew, transfigure, and to turn over a new leaf. to change in character. to metamorphosize. exciting! and i've begun this year with a redo of my room. it is the basement of my mother's house, so i have the whole floor. i'm going to clean it up and turn half of it into a studio for my beading, polymer clay, and metalsmithing. i'm soooo excited! it's a lot of work. i'm a bit of a hoarder and i've basically just let it go, but i really want this, so i'm totally dedicated to it.  wish me luck!

i just have to say it; oh. my. god. OH. MY. GOD. i asked for all of this!!!

2012 has been *the* most transformative year of my entire life. i began this year in bondage to my addiction. in bondage to my pain. in bondage to my *denial.* but God washed the scales from my eyes. he awoke me from my long hibernation. he *freed* me from my cavern of despair. 


and i have been asleep for so very long. two days ago i found my last journal. i read through it yesterday; it was so amazing! i started it the month before deborah was born~the end of april, 2003. i goes through my stay in seattle with becca and jake in great detail. then it becomes quite infrequent. i don't even mention dad's death. i tell about damon dropping me as a friend, and when valette moved away. all of which happened about the same time. i mention just a tiny bit of my suicide attempt. and a bit on the chronicle of my cutting. and then i'm just silent. it's rather frightening; that decline. and all that bad stuff happened right around dad dying. 

i realized i've been asleep since dad died. i don't think i ever dealt with his death. with the death of my friendship with damon, dana, bridger, and valette. 

' that time my heart was all broke, 
i looked like ashes and i smelled like smoke, 
and i turned away from my loving kind, 
try to leave my body and live in my mind, 
but it's much too much emotion, 
to hold it in your hand...' james taylor song~line 'em up. love james taylor!

i'm awake. i'm awake!

a year ago i weighed 285lbs. now i'm 200lbs. i still have a ways to go (i want to get to 160) but i realized the other day that i've lost a child's worth of weight! deborah weighs 79lbs~she's nine. so i've been carrying around deborah since 2004! no wonder my knees have been killing me!

last week i called three shops around town to see if they'd be interested in carrying our jewelry! i've been meaning to do that for *years.* and then i met with the ladies at expressions in glass and we have about 15 pieces in their shop!!! the other two shops would like to see proposals!!! so exciting!!! yesterday becca and i stopped at the alaska rag company, where we've had our stuff for a couple of years, and picked up all the unsold stock. we went through it all at home and becca took apart all her wire necklaces that were there. she's scrapping most of them, but will rebuild two of them. and i'm going to take apart most of everything, and re-card a few things. so all of that felt really, really good. proactive! powerful! effective!

christine mason miller

and two weeks ago i called my massage therapist--kerry platzky from blue stone massage and am trading with her to get two massages!!! and *then* i called my chiropractor and am trading with *him* to get *four* adjustments!!! 

o. m. g.

i *can* accomplish things!!! i *can* change things. i am *capable.* i am *powerful.* i am *effective.*

through God i can accomplish all things. because God is alive and active in me. !!! 

this year i have revolutionized my relationship with God. i am beginning to believe God; that he is who is says he is, that he *loves* me. that i am actually a person who is worthy of love! whoa! even typing that i was resisting it. {grin} i wanted to type 'a person who *might* be worthy of love.' ah, so hard to think i'm lovable! inside i'm just that little girl who kept getting told by my father to get out of the way of the tv because he couldn't see his game. owie. to this day i hate sports with a passion. they make me feel inept and unloved and worthless. but it wasn't the sports. it wasn't *me!* it was my dad.

God, i forgive my dad for not being who i needed him to be. i forgive my dad for being human. for being *broken.*

Abba, i forgive *myself.* i forgive myself for making so many mistakes. for being human. for being broken. thank you for leading me to this place of brokeness so that i can finally see myself clearly. so that i can finally see *you* more clearly. wash the scales from my eyes, Father~God! continue to fear me from bondage as i seek your will in my life. lead me on the path everlasting.

Isaiah 61:1-7
61 The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,
    because the Lord has anointed me
    to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
    to proclaim freedom for the captives
    and release from darkness for the prisoners,[a]
to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor
    and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
    and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
    instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
    instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
    instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
    a planting of the Lord
    for the display of his splendor.
They will rebuild the ancient ruins
    and restore the places long devastated;
they will renew the ruined cities
    that have been devastated for generations.
Strangers will shepherd your flocks;
    foreigners will work your fields and vineyards.
And you will be called priests of the Lord,
    you will be named ministers of our God.
You will feed on the wealth of nations,
    and in their riches you will boast.
Instead of your shame
    you will receive a double portion,
and instead of disgrace
    you will rejoice in your inheritance.
And so you will inherit a double portion in your land,
    and everlasting joy will be yours.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

merry christmas!

merry, merry christmas, my beloved friends!

i am up earlier than everyone, sitting at the table, reading my bible study, and poking about on the interwebs. ;) i hope you all are having a marvelous holiday celebration!!!

i just have to say that this has been a roller-coaster of a year. my lovelies, i couldn't have done it without you!!! each and every one of you, whether you commented or not, have meant so much to me. the friends i have, the friends i'm getting to know, and the friends i have to meet; God bless you! you mean the world to me. <3 p="p">

Wednesday, December 19, 2012


i am just so broken for our world today. there is so much sadness. so much *sorrow.* oh, how our world groans for the Lord! and of, course, everyone wants to know *why.*

why, if our God is so good, *why* does he allow these awful things to happen? why is there evil? why is there pain? why do good people suffer?

my dear friends, it pains me to say this. but i believe there is no complete, infallible answer. God is a god of great mystery. his ways are higher than our ways. and he has revealed only as much of himself as we can handle. *my* relationship with God is not the same relationship as yours, because you are a different person on a different path. but i would like to share my own musings on this subject.

i truly struggled with the question of evil and suffering. before i ever admitted to myself that i was suffering from abuse, i saw deep horror all around me. in elementary school, i was friends with a brother and sister who were being abused by their alcoholic father. in kotzebue, i witnessed the destruction of our native alaskans' culture through the white americanization of this people group. my best friend in high school was molested by her father for many years, and when she finally told her mother, her mother blamed her. her mother was highly respected in our church, and when my friend tried to kill herself, and was sent to a live-in treatment center, everyone in the church rallied around her mother. my friend was blamed by the church. i saw true suffering in her eyes.

my father served in the second world war; i was a later child for him~mom was twenty years younger than he was. so i grew up with someone who had been alive during the depression. someone who was a buddy to the guys who witnessed the holocaust camps. i think hitler was one of the those people who give us a glimpse of who satan truly is.

because, my friends, satan is the source of all evil and suffering. he wanted to be God, too. he wanted all that God had. he fell from grace, and God sent satan from his presence. so a creature who had been created to spend time with God for all eternity was sent away, never to be with God again. an already warped soul became utterly twisted. his purpose was gone, and he became utterly despicable. he has to destroy everything, because he is utterly destroyed. he sees people; people who were created in the image of God, who are destined to spend eternity with God. he sees what, he feels, was taken from him. and he is utterly enraged. he wants us to suffer like he suffers. he wants to take all that is good and right and twist it so we can't live the lives that God intended for us to live.

because, dear ones, God intended us to live lives of joy, in complete harmony with him! do not succumb to the lie that God doesn't care about us! he created us because he wants to spend eternity with us! he utterly adores us! he sent his son to die for us. he sacrificed his son for our souls, so that we wouldn't be seperated from him.

the real reason, to me, for evil and suffering is that God *loves us.* and he wants us to experience that love. so he gave us free will. he gave all of creation free will. because if he didn't give us free will, we'd just be robots. and he wants us to live richly! we couldn't live richly without free will. he loves us too much to make us into robots. so he gave each of us a choice. he gave us minds to reason with. he created the angels with free will. and satan turned from God, tried to make himself a god. and his fall from grace brought evil into the world. and then adam and eve chose to disobey God by listening to satan. God knew they would. he wanted us so much that he still created us, even knowing we would choose to turn from him.

broken dna

satan warps this world, corrupts it, twists it. the further we get from eden and our creation, the further corrupted our world becomes. our very bodies are twisting. our immune systems are failing. our very cells are in rebellion. of course there is evil in this world! satan twists this world to his will, because he is furious. he knows when Jesus returns, his time will be over. he wants us to suffer. i actually wonder why we don't have shootings every day.

you know why we *don't* live in utter chaos? because God is *LOVE.* all that is good, all that is pure, all that is holy; that is God. you see the joy of a little baby? that is God. you see the utter devotion in a wonderful couple's eyes when they look at each other? that is but a shadow of God's love for us. he is in the majestic mountains, the roar of the pacific ocean, the infinite vastness of space. he is in an artist's rendition of the beauty around them. he is in the kindness of a stranger holding the door for a mom with her hands full of baby and groceries. he is in the utter sweetness of a ripe strawberry plucked from the wild. he is in the taste of an ice-cold mountain stream.

perseiad meteor shower

he. is. love.

there are truly not words to describe the glory of our God.

he wants so much to spend time with you. do not let this horror of satan's evil to turn you from the truth of God's love for you. seek him. seek his face.

there have been many people with much more learning than me that have delved into this question. i recommend c.s. lewis, for one. he has two treaties on evil and suffering: 'the problem of pain' and 'a grief observed.' 'the problem of pain' he wrote earlier in his life, based on a lot of research. 'a grief observed' he wrote later in life while he watched his dear wife suffer a grave illness, and eventually die. i urge you to read these books if you are struggling with this issue right now. c.s. lewis was an utterly brilliant man. God truly blessed him and spoke truth through him. i also recommend phillip yancey's 'where is God when it hurts?' i urge you to check out some bible websites. type in 'suffering' and see what God says about it. maybe check out job or lamentations. pray. God will reveal himself to you if you truly seek him.

satan seeks to devour, but what he means for destruction, God turns to the good. God is the ultimate salvage artist; what was broken and tossed aside he turns into beauty. from ashes to beauty. from mourning to gladness. take your sorrow and brokenness to God. he wants so much to just hold us! he wants us to turn to him, to cast all our cares upon him. pour your anger on him! he can take it. for he can take even this tragedy and bring us closer to him.

i love you so much, my friends. peace be with you. may we seek God's face and be ever drawn to his glory.

Saturday, December 15, 2012


have i introduced you guys to nene? (pronounced nee-nee) no? well, here she is, in all her nerve-wracked glory.

blair witch, anyone? anyone?

my teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy, most scared-ed of scared kitties weighs in at six pounds. not even a big bag of sugar.

and, oh. my. good. golly. the world is a terrifying, horror filled place! people! other kitties! chairs! and all the bloody *noises!* like sneezing, for instance. so unexpected! so noisy! so sinister!

the real problem is that she's half blind. so all the moving about is *horrible.* and sometimes other people sit where she expects *me* to be sitting. so she jumps on these people's laps.


the horror!!!

it's just that the world (our house--she doesn't go outside) is so big and she is so small!

but i *utterly* *adore* her. she follows me around. she sleeps on me at night. she chirrups in the most beguiling manner. we have long conversations, her always answering with such devotion.

yes. i'm completely and utterly besotted with her. so tiny! so beautiful! so affectionate with me! if only she was affectionate with everyone in the family, then she would be so happy.

her full name is mnemosyne (pronounced nee-moss-y-nee). the original mnemosyne is the the greek goddess of memory, one of the titans. i named her after the two kitties becca and i lost just before i adopted nene. their name's were cassandra and baby. and also for my first kitty; midnight. midnight was also black, and died of feline leukemia when she was two and i was in fifth grade. so incredibly horrible. midnight's sister tiger belonged to becca. tiger was the perfect kitty. i still miss her.

so maybe nene is named for all our kitties; tiger, midnight, sox, persephone, cassandra, baby, and pandora. i will see all of them again in heaven one day. oh, glorious day!

Monday, December 10, 2012

a life lived in defeat

i had an epiphany tonight.

i've been living my life with an attitude of defeat. as if i've already lost.

via pinterest

both my parents lived lives of total defeat. i just emulated their belief that no matter how hard i try, i will always fail. i've been sucked under by this lie. i've lost *years.* i've lost my reputation. i've lost countless little things i never was even aware of *having,* much less losing. oh, the shame in my heart!

i have managed to defeat every long-term goal i've ever had. i didn't even finish my public schooling! i got so horribly depressed, stopped going to classes, stopped doing anything but sleeping. and my mom didn't know what to do with me; she just knew i couldn't keep on like that, so she said i could drop out. the school counselor stamped the paperwork and didn't suggest either of the two alternative schools in town or the homeschooling option. i slipped through the cracks. but i *did* get my ged, right away. i applied to the state university in town, got accepted, and started that fall. i switched my major four times. got depressed. stopped going. applied to an art school, got a scholarship, made it to memphis, and cried for a week. went home. went to massage training. dropped out half way through. spent three (?) years just trying to get through breathing. went back to college. quit when i got a metalsmithing job. quit *that* after a year, because i got so sick, because i was so depressed...

nothing. i've accomplished nothing worthwhile. nothing of lasting value. nothing substantial to hold up to society and say, 'see, i'm not a loser.'

i desperately want to wash myself clean of this attitude of defeat.

all my life my father called me lazy. my mom sang me a song in the morning when i was tiny; 'lazy bones, sleeping in the shade, never get your days work do-o-one.' seriously? i was freaking *little!* and i'm already lazy?!? because i didn't get up at six? she thought it was cute, but i really, really, really didn't. not even when i was little. i felt guilty for sleeping! when i wasn't old enough to go to school!

child labor

i think i haven't accomplished anything because *they* never accomplished anything that was too hard. dad was on his third marriage when i came along. had three other kids he never saw, because his ex-wives hated him so much. and mom never thought she'd get married in the first place because she was fat and not very pretty. did she think if she left him she would just be a failure and never get another husband?

God called us to live our lives in victory, because He's already won. i see other people living it, and boy do i want it. how does one forgive themselves for always, always giving up when it gets hard? how does one *change* their attitude? how does one become unafraid of the pain of what i've always thought was inevitable failure?

via pinterest

i'm working on it. i'm really, really desperately working on it. and i'm praying for a change. i know, i really truly know now that God adores me, wants to spend time with me. He thinks i'm cool(!), which is astounding to me. *i* don't think i'm cool, so why does *He* think i am?!? pain, self-hate, abuse; so many layers to peel through. i've started. let's get peeling.

Friday, November 30, 2012

challenge of color!

here we arrive at erin prais-hintz' final challenge for 2012; the challenge of color! thank you so much, erin and brandi hussey. i've long been a fan of brandi's work, and am thrilled to finally be able to use one of her palettes to make a piece of jewelry.

i saw the blog hop last year and decided i would try my best to do it this year, because it looked like so much fun. i actually got to participate in all four of erin's challenges this year. i've so enjoyed them and feel like i pushed some boundaries with my work. :) yay!

so i chose the richat structure.

the richat structure is located in the sahara desert.

the sahara desert

it's a wonderfully mysterious land form; no one really knows how it came to be. there are theories, and i'll share two of them here. first; it's a crater from a meteor. this idea really isn't given any credence by scholars because the structure isn't deeply concave and is missing the kind of rocks and minerals formed when such a high-velocity collision occurs. so, the other supposition that i would like to mention is that it was once a dome, that has slowly eroded in a totally unique fashion.

richat structure

but everyone agrees it's a fascinating land form and requires much more study. i thought one of the coolest stories about the richat structure is that the astronauts can see it from space, and always look for it on missions. they've named it earth's bulls-eye. ;) visit this amusing description from a scientist's point of view of how the structure might have formed and how the structure has been rather sensationalized by some psuedo-scientists.

i chose to focus on the astounding circular aspect of the structure.

i created this spiral focal with heavy gauge copper wire. then i added a few circles on either side to create a framework, to which i added gemstones, in order to reflect the rich geology of the structure. and i went a bit crazy with the wire.

so the colors on my screen are really disappointing me. :( the piece in person is much more like brandi's palette, i swear! ;)

for the back i used simple chain and a cassie donlen toggle.

so here's my dilemma; it doesn't feel quite right to me. but i'm not sure what it needs. more wire? more beads? more *color*?

i'm so glad i was able to participate in all erin's challenges this year. thank you so much, erin and brandi!!! please visit erin's blog for the full list.

Thursday, November 29, 2012


lori anderson of the bead soup party fame is hosting a lovely commemorative blog hop to be revealed mid-january. it's in honor of those people who have touched us deeply, made a difference in our lives. because it's really good to think of the beautiful things that have changed us or helped us along our path. i so often forget gratitude in my life, but i'm trying to be more mindful. today's the last day to sign up, so get to it!

getting my head straight

God's been seriously working on me. and that "other guy" has been seriously messing with me. it's very frustrating.

i can actually see now that there's potential in me, but i have to struggle with myself constantly. death to self, self, self. because i could maybe be a really exceptional person if i wasn't so hung up on *shit*.

i saw this on pinterest and thought it was so appropriate for how i'm feeling these days. (it doesn't have a source--just says uploaded by user, with a watermark, but said watermark is illegible once it's big enough to read. urgh!) He's really working on the trust issue. i just don't trust anybody but my sister. she's the only person who's proved herself trustworthy. both of my parents were seriously abusive towards us. we both have major issues, but becca has been able to work through her stuff better than i have. and becca was the successful, older, talented sister. i was the failure, black sheep, loser sister. *she* never treated me like i was a loser. but my dad did. and my mom just kept worrying and nagging and criticizing. i never felt like i could do things right. and my dad was so unavailable emotionally while i was growing up, i thought there had to be something *wrong* with me. worthless, unimportant, lazy, a constant chore... such was and is the constant mantra in my head.

don't get me wrong. all my shit isn't all their fault. they shaped me, molded me, but becca didn't end up like me, and she was there, too. i participated in my destruction, too. and then there's the depression, adding to the mix.

people who don't suffer from a mental illness tend to not get it. the idea is that it's all in our heads, so we all should just get over it. hmmm. such a destructive attitude. it's really just a disease, like diabetes or cancer. our bodies are going haywire; brain chemistry is off and so the brain can't function properly. i have trouble thinking, forget things, can't *make* myself do something. my dad thought i was just lazy or weak-willed or some other stupid thing that i had *power* over.

so. God has been relentlessly pursuing me this whole time, while i was ignoring him, pretending i could do it on my own. fucking it all up royally. i got involved in an addictive behaviour. this behaviour hurt no one but me. and the people who loved me. and then i got caught. and ended up in jail. it's so very painful to admit it. to admit to anyone how badly i had messed up. after i got out God told me to go to church, the church my sister and her little family were attending. he led me to three people, at different points, who have led me towards freedom from spiritual bondage. i'm attending celebrate recovery, i'm starting a book study that goes deeper than the 12 steps of cr. it goes into *why* we've gotten involved in the addictive behaviour. i'm peeling back layers and layers and finding so much pain. all i was trying to do with the addiction was numb that pain, just for a little bit. but repressing and covering up just leads me deeper into bondage. i don't want to be that person anymore. i don't want to be the fuckup, the loser, the shame of the family.

God has a plan. he's leading me towards something. i think it's a life of service. i *live* to help people, to talk to people. i get out of myself, which is the best thing for me to do. i don't know how i'll serve, now that i have a record. but God has a plan to prosper me and those around me. for the first time in i don't know how long i have hope that i can change. or rather that God can change me, now that i'm letting him.

blow through me, God, like a fresh wind. clear out the putrid refuse of my ugliness, my chronic, my pain, my shame. clean me white as glistening snow. let your light shine through me. i want your incandescence to fill me, overflow me, swamp me.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

gleeking out

so i've been catching a few episodes of glee from the start. loved it, wanted to see more. but, see, we don't really watch tv in my house.

we have a nine year old and a seven year old who have insatiable, extraordinarily active imaginations. these are the girls who still question the motives of the toilet; will it eat me or won't it?

monsters? check. fairies? qualified check ~ older no longer believes. so sad. ghosts? check. pictures coming to life? triple check!!! appliances alive? why, yes! also alive are the stuffies, toys, furniture, and the bottle cap we found on the playground.

and the shows we want to watch just aren't appropriate for them, you know? shows like grimm.  and bones. and criminal minds. and supernatural. you see where this is going? no where good for sensitive little minds.


we *finally* started glee a few months ago. and.....

it. is. totally. brilliant.

i'm an artist; i always took art classes. i was in choir. i was a theatre major for four years. i'm like, 'these are my people!' just in more fashionable clothes.

my favorite? kurt. hands down, the heart of the show. the unsung hero? burt. kurt's dad and possibly every gay guy's dream of what they wish their dad was like.

but really i love all of them. i can't wait to hear what brittany will say next. and wait with baited breath for her to unleash her fierce moves. dance, sister! i want to slap santana silly and hug her to death. artie teaches me so much about handicapable difficulties, and boy can that boy dance. remember the mj dance video he and mike did? he's totally hot! which brings me to mike. love his struggles with the expectations placed on so many asian-american kids. tina? she finally came into focus for me when she got with mike; she's *heart.* not many people like that, just loving on everybody. blaine ~ i'm still figuring him out. heartthrob. devoted. a romantic. and he *sees* kurt. oh, how i loved when kurt sang 'blackbird' and we watched blaine fall in love him! beautiful. puck. rebel with the heart of gold and a james dean way about him. quinn. i'm not sure she knew herself until she got into yale, and then... what happens? we just watched the 'rachel and finn at the justice of the peace' episode. does she *die?* omg. rachel. seriously want to shake her, scream at her, 'the world does not revolve around you!' but her dad's *taught* her that she was, so i still get where she's coming from. finn? he's just the boy next door. will is what every teacher should be. emma is so freaking adorable i just want to hug her and tell her not to be so hard on herself. back away from the toothbrush, sweetie! and sue just needs some serious therapy/intervention.

and they just totally go for the hard stuff in the storylines. teen pregnancy, bullying, suicide, texting while driving, cyber bullying, fairness in the world (really, the lack thereof), and just so many things that our kids today deal with. it's a totally new world in those halls, and they reveal it so sensitively.

and the *music,* gosh dang it! i was a fame-watcher of yore. yes. i admit it. i'm as old as dust. i *loved* footloose. no, the first one. the mash-ups! the theme episodes! oh, so yummy. keep the music *playing!* i. am. so. with. you.

however, i'm noticing some character inconsistencies in season 3. darn it, she wouldn't have done that, i say to the non-communicative tv. i don't believe that character would say that, or do that. which is annoying, because they spent two years creating these beautiful people. different writers? same producers, i know. not sure why they're doing it. plot twists? trying to keep it interesting? the old conflicts not working? (thank you for explaining why sue is such a freak, btw, glee-writers)

what's the deal people? why you makin' me angry? here's to hoping it will return to it's former greatness.

and now, to leave you with a song. (if i can figure out how to embed ~ fingers crossed!)

glee-i feel pretty/unpretty from youtube

omg! i did it! YAY!!!

i still struggle with this one, like pretty much every other female in america. do you ever outgrow this feeling? like there's no way i'll ever be pretty enough.

so. love the show, even with the character weirdnesses. i don't think that's a word. anyway. keep it coming, glee-people! i love you!!!!

because i'm a loser, too.

Friday, November 16, 2012

your love

i am utterly bamboozled by God's love for me. i can't fathom why *God,* the epitomy of all that is good and right and worthwhile in this world, would want to love *me,* sad, bedraggled, broke-ass me.

it. makes. no. sense.


and maybe that's the point?

we, who are so broken, desperately cry out for *more!* more of... something. i've continually looked in all the wrong places, even though i've already got the answer! God is the answer to the question, bethiboo! quit looking! you've already got it!

but the answer was too easy. something in me (the dark lord, himself, more than likely) told me it couldn't possibly be that simple. that *simplistic*.

the longer i go along this journey, the more i'm realizing that God's plan for humanity is anything but simplistic. simple, yes; He is the answer to all our problems. His plan is perfect; rely on Him through all life's struggles and He will always, always be there.

but i just don't do it! and why the bloody hell NOT?!?! because when i do: oh, sweet friend, how He showers me with gifts!

just last night, for example. i didn't want to go to the first meeting of something that God has been preparing me for. there's almost no gas in the car, and i needed what gas was in there to get me to my bazaar tonight. hopefully that will supply me with a bit more gas. so i called the leader of the group to ask if anyone lived in my area that was going to the meeting. no one. so i told her i couldn't make it that night, that God really wanted me to do this, but my job was more important at this point. she offered to loan me ten dollars for gas. um, wow. a complete stranger? just wow. so okay, God, i guess i'll go. and then on the way home, i thought i'd go to my usual gas station, but God told me to go to the icky one right by my neighborhood. my neighborhood isn't icky, so i'm not entirely sure why the station next to it has to be icky. *anyway.* i also had just enough money already in my purse for my friday diet coke, so i thought i'd go ahead and get it. so at the counter i plunked down the crisp ten and started dumping all my change, (the money for the soda was from the change jar) going so far as to chase out every last penny. and then i went to fill up the car. it flew past ten dollars and i flipped. how was i going to pay for it?!? ran in. he says i didn't go over, there was $10.92 on my bill. 'but my soda...,' i say. he goes, 'there's $10.92 on your gas.'

and the fog clears. ohhh.

i filled the car in a daze. got in. drove off.

he gave me a free soda! he gave me more gas than i had originally planned!!!

God! why? why *me?!?*

how can *He* possibly love *me?!?*

and then this song came on the radio. what God was trying to tell me.

Your Love
Brandon Heath

I felt it first when I was younger
A strange connection to the light
I tried to satisfy the hunger
I never got it right
I never got it right

So I climbed a mountain and l built an altar
Looked out as far as I could see
And everyday I’m getting older
I’m running outta dreams
I’m running outta dreams

But Your love
Your love
The only the thing that matters is Your love
Your love is all I have to give
Your love is enough to light up the darkness
It’s Your love
Your love
all I ever needed is Your love

You know the effort I have given
And you know exactly what it cost
And though my innocence was taken
Not everything is lost
Not everything is lost nooooo

But Your love
Your love
The only the thing that matters is Your love
Your love is all I have to give
Your love is enough to light up the darkness
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It’s Your love
Your love
all I ever needed is Your love

You’re the hope in the morning
You’re the light when the night is falling
You’re the song when my heart is singing
it’s Your love
You’re the eyes to the blind man
You’re the feet to the lame man walking
You’re the sound of the people singing
It’s Your love

But Your love
Your love
The only the thing that matters is Your love
Your love is all I have to give
Your love is enough to light up the darkness
It’s Your love
Your love
all I ever needed is Your love

But Your love
(Your love is all that I needed)
The only the thing that matters is Your love
Your love is all I have to give
Your love is enough to light up the darkness
(Your love is all that I needed)
It’s Your love
Your love
It’s all I ever needed

so i don't understand it. maybe i never will. i guess i don't have to understand it. but i have to accept it. that's my job. the job that God has given to me for this time in my life. accept His love; every minute, every hour, every day, every year. for the rest of my life. that's my job.

God, i accept your love. it's beyond me, it overwhelms me, it envelops me. may it light up my darkness, and reach beyond me, and light up the darkness around me. i offer my love to you, Abba, it's all i have to give.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

looking up

so last friday i finally had my monthly visit with my head doctor. she was a bit alarmed that i was thinking so fixedly on the ultimate escape plan, so she put me on a new med. the very next morning, i was like, 'huh, i should have called the doctor like, a month ago.' and then i was like, 'um, yes, and now that you admit that you were being scary there for a bit, and can actually *see* a possible solution to the problem, then maybe you're feeling better?'

ah, yes.

in fact, i feel rather hopeful. rather stubbornly optimistic.


onward and upward.

there are an awful lot of problems in my life, but in the last few days (since sunday) i've removed myself from some negative situations, sent some messages that were long overdue, made some headway into actually making some jewelry again, opened some mail that was hanging over my head (and they turned out not to be that bad!)... you know, made some actual progress.

so, just wanted to let you guys know i'm feeling better. thanks so much for your concern. <3 p="p">

Thursday, November 1, 2012

i am so incredibly, totally lame

i haven't shown my face much around here because my life seems to have totally exploded lately. one of the symptoms of my chronic depression is the inability to deal with problems. i don't know how to see an out. so when a situation arises that i can't figure out, i go to ground. run. escape. and people just end up hating me, which adds to my depression, cause what's more horrible for a freaky depressed person than people hating you?!? and there are so many situations right now that are out of control in my life. forest fire size problems. and i don't know if trying to tread water right now is even worth it. i just want to sleep and never wake up. because i don't know how to fix any of it. and i don't think i can deal with the consequences.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

october echo creative club reveal!

so this marks my fourth and final installment as part of the jeannie dukic's echo creative club. i've had so much fun being a part of the team! thanks, jeannie, for giving me this opportunity!!!

one thing i've never mentioned are jeannie's fabulous bead packets. she does these amazing paper confections on her bags that i've so enjoyed collecting. the october packet led me to me theme this month, which is halloween!

the peeled paint art beads are red and gold, perfect for halloween! so i pulled out one of my halloween theme polymer focals that i made.

i bought a strand of red rolled silk cord and thought it matched jeannie's beads perfectly. i used black waxed cotton cord, wrapped the silk with it, then strung jeannie's art beads randomly with knots. i left them loose on the cord for some movement.

on the other side i used a fallen angel brass hook and eye for the closure and a short strand of thin leather cord and another peeled paint art bead.

i'm not sure i'm entirely satisfied with the red silk dangle. what do you think?

thanks, jeannie, for letting me be a part of your team!!!

don't forget to visit the rest of us this month:

Michelle Buettner http://www,
Cindy Cima Edwards
Charlie Jacka

Friday, September 14, 2012

change my heart, o God

 Image credit: European Southern Observatory.

for the last three nights, God has awoken me in the middle of the night to have me read his word. tonight he had me read all of psalm 119. the upshot of that was me deciding that i need to memorize some bible verses. i've never really done that before, or even been interested. but i'm thinking maybe God wants me to, if you know what i mean. so.

God, help me memorize the verses you want me to hide in my heart, that when i face adversity, your words come to me, unbidden, and clarify the situation and your heart.

then when i got up, a song kept playing through my head. here are the lyrics to that simple song, and more appropriate words i could not have found.

Change my heart oh God
Make it ever true
Change my heart oh God
May I be like You

Change my heart oh God
Make it ever true
Change my heart oh God
May I be like You

You are the potter
I am the clay
Mold me and make me
This is what I pray

Change my heart oh God
Make it ever true
Change my heart oh God
May I be like You

Saturday, September 8, 2012

crafter's devotional blog hop

this summer i joined a little group led by elisabeth auld that is individually going through the crafter's devotional.

i ordered it from amazon. it's a beautiful book, with art throughout. very inspiring! loosely organized by day and each day of the week there's a different focus, like journaling or inspiration. i've dived right into the journaling (i'm a writer at heart) but haven't done any of the projects! so sad. i've just been too busy making jewelry for farmer's market and work, work, work. i expect i'll get more into it as summer ends.

i wanted to talk about one of the inspiration posts. it was about looking to your church service as a source of inspiration for your art. i had never thought of this. i'm a very visual person, so i'm inspired mostly by the beauty of the world around me. i live in alaska, so that's not hard to find. and the beads speak to me. i'm not as inspired to make jewelry by words. the spoken word is hard for me to grasp for very long. i generally connect the words with a feeling, and remember that feeling rather than the words. and i feel a lot in church! so i could try to be inspired by the *feelings* i get in church. hmmm. must ponder this more. see where it takes me.

join us on our hop! visit these other fine ladies.