Last one today....this is for Laura, I figured out how to do a bullfrog!

It Must Have Broke Her Heart

I was reading about Eve a few weeks ago in John MacArthur's book 12 Extraordinary Woman and what her role in the fall of man was, and how she must felt about it all. I felt led to do this illustration(sorry the picture is blurry, my hand is not steady). Then today Laura and I were talking about creation and if cavemen were different than Adam...in my opinion of course they were not, Adam and Eve were probably cave dwellers themselves once they found themselves on this side of Eden. The Geico car insurance type of caveman that we picture today is probably a fabrication of someone's imagination. My imagination can easily stretch far enough to picture Adam and Eve romping happily around with dinosaurs, wrapping them on the head with clubs when they needed a sturdy meal, and meticulous designing a wooden or rock wheel to hull things, once they realized the toil that their life had become in separation from God.
Anywho...all that said, just to show you this picture...I kinda like it. Especially since I used my special pens.

Everywhere...All At Once

Several weeks ago I posted a blog called "Do You Trust Me." You remember, it began with Alladin. Anyway, in great testimony, I am here to tell you that God has taken care of my husband and I, and kept the rest of the world knit together all at the same time. I have to tell you that even though my fingers typed TRUST, my heart still had doubt. But our Father is so faithful and he proves it every day! Not only by providing a new job for Kevin, when his old one abruptedly ended, (just a little side note about that...picture going in on a Thursday morning and your boss greeting you with "Good Morning Kevin, the company is closing down, your last day is tomorrow, sorry no severence...thanks for coming, bye-bye) but by showering us with his unfailing love!
Wow!
And we know Him, we know the One who can't be outsmarted, can't be undone, can't loose in battle, and can't ever fall of His throne. The beauty of that is that He knows us too...we are not mere pinheads floating on the sea of people in this world, He knows are faces, He knows our names "the Jones'", He knows our needs, He knows are fears, He knows it all...man it just blows me away. He can do all that for us and still take care of the tiniest things like bees and bugs.

Simply amazing.

Playing Games, All Sorts.

My friend Leah is coming to visit me this week...I can't wait. I called her the other day to finalize plans and she relayed to me that she had 4 little girls running around her house at that time. Her two daughters, Isabella who is nearly 5, Addison 2 years old and their two cousins who are also around 5. I was bit surprised b/c it sounded like all 4 were happily playing together and I thought it to be very kind that the older girls would allow the little girl to play in their game. Leah confirmed what I suspected, which was that although Addy was allowed to play she was forced to be the monster or the bad guy in every game that they played.
I remember this sad game all to well....I am the little sister also. Although I can't remember ever having to be the monster specifically, I do remember having to be the less then glamorous characters in our games. For example, if we were playing Star Wars my older sister, Amy, always got to be Princess Leah and I was always Chewbacca, the wookie...you would have thought that George Lucas could have thrown in at least one more girl character. Anywho... if we played The Dukes of Hazzards, Amy was Daisy and I always had to be Bo or Luke. On really degrading days for me, when any of our little boy friends were over to play the roles of Bo or Luke, they would try to make me be Uncle Jesse. Little did they know that in my imaginative little mind I was actually being Flash, Rosco P Coltrain's basset hound. Finally, when we played Scooby Doo, Amy was obviously Daphne and reluctant to be Velma, I always chose to be Scooby or Shaggy. On really great days I was able to be Scrappy.
This is how it is being the second child....less pictures of you throughout the family albums and never getting to be who really wanted during imaginative games. It explains a lot I think. :)

Mmmmm.....Blueberries

"Her" berries

"His" and "her" berries

Potato Berries

I love blueberries. Of the the different types of summertime berries the blue (in color not mood) are my favorite. On the 4th my dear friend Laura, my sweet husband Kevin, and I decided to head to the beach on a less than beach like day. While I changed into beach wear, Kevin and Laura had before beach snack of rotisserie chicken, potato salad, and blueberries. Somehow! somehow, Kevin's fork smeared with potato salad dipped into our container of blueberries...I'm not sure why he did this? Whatever the reason I didn't handle it the way a good wife should (really I'm still trying to learn to be "the good wife"). Anyway the end result was this picture...good tasty brand new "her" berries and throughly washed but still mixed with potato salad "his" berries.
I will work on my over reacting.

Blogging on Blogging

If you look at my blog strictly for the adorable pictures and outstanding artwork than this probably is not the entry to read...but I will carry on any how. This whole blogging thing is becoming an area of obsession or addiction, it's not good, but it is good. I am so intrigued by it, b/c there are dozens and dozens of very interesting people out there who should probably be writing self help books, or novels, or children's stories, but for one reason or another don't take the time to do so. However, they do take the time to record their every day occurrences by writing incredible short stories on these crazy little things called blogs. I for one am hooked, I love hearing how other people are living their lives...it is uplifting, it's educational, and as I said it's addicting.

Tears

I come from a family of highly emotional people. Don't get me wrong, I love this about my family. It's just that sometimes I wish that I could hold it together. For example, on my wedding day Kev claims that I didn't really say my vows b/c I was trying so desperately not to cry like a baby, that I barely got them out, when ever I see children singing in church I cry, when my sister disciplines her children and I hear them cry I cry, when Kev and I dropped Gus(our puppy) off at the vets to be boarded for a few nights...I cried! The list goes on and on, but it is really not that I am overly emotional person, it in my genes, I had proof of it today! I went to church with my parents for their "God and Country Day." "God and Country Day" is a musical service paying tribute for the many blessings that God has bestowed upon our country and to honor the people who serve our country. Well, no sooner had the program started, I started to cry, I looked at my mom and she was crying and I looked at my dad and he was crying. It was a moving program, lots of soldiers standing at attention, and lots of images of what people all over the world are going through right now... so it was geared to pull at your heart strings...it just made me feel good to know that I am not the only one...it's hereditary!