Thank you for visiting my little blog. I am a Catholic woman who is happily married to a holy and talented man. My husband and I were not blessed with children and so I have immersed myself in learning about my faith and using the creative abilities that God has so graciously given me. Here is a scribbled art colored pencil drawing I am working on of my cousin who sings Elvis music for fun.
Colored pencils have become one of my favorite art mediums. If you search my blog you will see that I also love making children's coloring pages with pen and ink.
I started my blog in 2012 as a place to heal. God has given me a very eventful life. I am only just starting to understand His designs.
I grew up in a very modest Catholic home. It would come as a surprise to many who knew our family that we actually weren't poor. We were middle class but you wouldn’t have known it by the looks of it. My parent’s didn’t waste anything including money. I was educated in private schools and my parents paid for my college education. We were never hungry and my dad would buy me as much fabric as I wanted to sew my own clothes. But we never had anything frivolous. We had the basics. As an adult I have come to realize that is all anyone really needs.
It was my husband who first named my childhood home “Green Acres” after the television sitcom. When asked about the place where I grew up, my husband will often start to sing, “Green Acres is the place to be…” We lived on five gorgeous acres of land.
Our house really was a lot like the house on the set of Green Acres that Oliver Wendell Douglas (Eddie Albert) and Lisa Douglas (Eva Gabor) lived in. I think our home probably had a little more insulation from the elements than their home, but it was normal in the early years before we got a proper roof, for me to sleep with a pot on my bed to catch the drips of water when it rained. Some of the walls of our home were just studs and most of the floors were bare without carpet or linoleum.
It was normal to have a rooster crowing at 5 a.m. on our front door step. But the seemingly poor conditions never kept anyone away. When you live in a place that isn’t pretentious, people tend to feel like they can be themselves. Our home was "comfortable." We were always having company. People showed up uninvited and without notice and they joined us for dinner or a cup of coffee and Keebler pecan shortbread cookies. It was a happy place.
I have written many stories about growing up in the South. One day I hope to illustrate my stories and publish a book.
Writing and art have been a boon for healing. My life has not always been as simple as the Green Acres years of my childhood. Life gets complicated. People hurt us. We hurt ourselves. Things happen. Sometimes crazy things happen that leaves us looking for God. I think for a long time that I was naïve to the ways of the world. I have wounds like anyone else. I have had to learn how to really love and forgive my enemies. I have had to learn to “let go and let God” take over my life. It is an everyday struggle. But the Bible tells us in Ephesians 6:12 :
“For wrestling is not against flesh and blood; but against principalities and powers, against the rulers of this world of darkness, against the spirits of wickedness in high places.”
If someone hurts you remember that it’s not the person you are fighting but the demons that oppress, obsess, possess and/or harass that person. At the end of time, God will reveal all things. Consider that if it were not for the Grace of God we too might commit worse sins than those who have offended us. Somehow God has been gracious enough to not let us do more evil than what we might. But He allows us to be wounded and the more wounded we are, the more God wants us to grow in love and forgiveness and humility. Finding and focusing on the good in our lives and being gracious for the little things is how we heal and move along on our journey to God.
May you be blessed in your journey.