Sugar Coated World

so many interests, so little time...

Sunday afternoon. Ahhhhh. (that is a happy sigh, not a frightful scream... hmm-mm... how to differentiate...) Sitting in the bedroom, on the love seat, which we have now turned perpendicular to the wall so that I can recline and stare outdoors. I'm guessing it's not the best feng shui, but I really like it. Currently the sun is streaming in as it passes by on its westward journey.

This morning the world was sugar coated. If it weren't for these lousy lungs I would have run into the yard and woods with my camera. Instead I took the screen off one of the windows, opened the window and took a few shots from the bedroom. Then on the way to church I had Frank pull over a few times - not nearly enough, but a few. Somehow the frost coated the trees and bushes but not the car we had parked in the driveway. How does that work?

I am knee deep, almost literally, in happy pursuits. Here's a random list of what I'm up to these days.

• Bread making. Majorly into bread making. Yesterday I made three loaves: two cinnamon raisin and one white. I use a bread machine. Don't get all snobby on me... it's all my ingredients - no mixes - but a bit quicker. And ooooooh... the family is loving it. The cinnamon raisin is amazing. Substantial toast with your tea. C'mon over!

• Theology. LOVING my current class which is entitled "Christ, Sin, Man, Salvation." I might have found my niche. This is the thick chewy kind of thinking - religious philosophy. We're chewing on issues that I did not previously know were issues. Love it.

• Fire. We put our living room couch and love seat by the fire place (across from one another and perpendicular to the fire) and moved the dining room table out by the windows. Curling up by the fire with a book in the evening is a delight that I cannot believe I've been missing for 2.5 years. This arrangement puts the dining room table farther from the kitchen, but whew...it's worth it.

• Art Journaling. Have you seen this new(ish) publication? Whew. Somewhere deep in me is a latent artist. Journaling is a passion of mine, and this publication adds scrappy eclectic art to the pages. Okay, I'm a bit too OCD for some of it, but reading about it and paging through the gorgeous samples is a lovely way to spend an hour. My 2010 journal is showing a bit of creativity - starting small with watercolor pencils, mod podge, stickers, colored markers... If only I were independently wealthy. I'd set up a desk in front of the bedroom window and create and write and read all day. I'm just not a corporate girl at heart.

• Breaking Free. Words fail me in describing how I'm eating up this revised Bible study by Beth Moore. The workbook is phenomenal, and the one hour video presentations even better. When Bible study is the *main* thing you want to do in an evening (or morning), you know that something is right in your world.

• Artful Blogging. Another publication. The name says it all. Oh my.

• Napping. My lungs are slowly recuperating, but God must really want me on the couch for a bit. This is a slow process. The official diagnosis is "post viral asthma" at this point. The inhalers make it so I can't sing, so I'm avoiding them. I return to the pulmonologist on Wednesday to discuss my options. (He previously said the pills make you irritable and unable to sleep. That's not sounding good either...) Last Wednesday I had a pulmonary function test and a methacoline challenge test.

• Puttering. Few things entertain me more than puttering about the house. And I have enough messes to organize to keep me puttering for the foreseeable future. The scrapbooking closet in the basement is calling me, and Joey's room is becoming the sewing room which will entail a LOT of moving things about. (Joey told me to go ahead, as long as the futon is available whenever he visits...)

I'll post photos later...

And a Bible study update.

For now...I'm going to read the *old* issue of Artful Blogger I just found at the Art Supply store - hiding behind the current edition. Very fun find.

Tonight "24" starts. Frank just told me there is a one hour repeat of last season's last episode plus a TWO hour first show tonight and tomorrow night. Yipes. Love that show. But really...five hours in two days? I don't watch that much TV in a month!

Enjoy your Sabbath rest.

Paris

Our trip to Paris is taking shape.

Frank traded in a bazillion travel points to get us two round trip tickets for April 26 to May 5th. Too exciting.

My ex sister in law suggested we find an apartment rather than a hotel. We'll save a lot of money on food if we buy some of our meals at the open market and prepare them at home. And pack picnics.

Yesterday we booked our apartment. We don't know yet if we have unit ONE or unit TWO, but you can see the cute and cozy little places at www.parishome2000.com

And so now that our dates and location are nailed down, when I have spare minutes (when I *make* spare minutes) I am planning our days. This market , on Rue Cler, is just ONE BLOCK from our sweet little Paris Home.

My friend Diane was here yesterday, sharing some warm soup and a warm fire. She introduced me to *free* French lessons on a podcast. (Radio Lingua Network Coffee Break French) TRES BIEN! I grew up in Canada, where French was a part of the curriculum all through school, and I continued in high school when we moved to Madison and even in college...but...these free little lessons on my ipod are definitely going to be a handy way to brush up. Delightful, actually.

And so...our big trip is shaping up. It's only 3 months away...so very exciting. And yes, our Paris Home has free WIFI, so...perhaps I'll be able to blog internationally! You just never know.

A bientot. (until next time...)

This and That

Hello! Feels like forever since I have posted. There are so many posts rolling around in my brain...I will try to get them done today.

First, here, my Bible study partnership update - sharing what I'm learning.

Later - Paris update.

and Blessings update.

and maybe a Health update.

So...stay tuned.

Our women's group is attempting to share with one another what we're reading in Scripture and what we're learning. Today I am reading in Isaiah, and in 2 Chronicles, and in other Scriptures as I work on the workbook for Breaking Free by Beth Moore. My Saturday morning study just began this on Saturday the 9th, and even in the first week of homework and having seen only the introductory video, I *know* that God is going to do mighty things in my life over the next three months. It's exciting...and exhausting. Here are some of the notes (likely not word perfect) that I made in my notebook as I watched the hour long introductory video: [words in square brackets are my thoughts...]

• ** "Bondage" is anything that keeps us from the fullness of who God has called us to be
• ** If I go to God for deliverance, that's what I'll receive.
• ** A stronghold always leads to isolation. [therefore it is a good clue...what do you do that you do not share with anyone else...]
• ** Often in Scripture, the "captives" are people of God - believers
• ** Bondage can take the form of mental preoccupation
• ** According to John 15:8, it is to the Father's glory for me to BEAR MUCH FRUIT. He's all for my fruitfulness. For HIS glory. [Strongholds squash my fruit production]
• ** It's time to make a daring escape. Would you want to grow old and die in your current stronghold?
• ** NOTHING you are holding that God wants to remove is worth what's ahead
• ** Don't be afraid of the cost...be afraid to miss what God has for you.

I don't know about you, but that list compels me to dig deeper. It scares me. It motivates me. God is FOR me (and you) and wants my VERY BEST and is encouraging me to trade up - give up a few lesser things and thoughts, and trade them for better things, use of time, thoughts, priorities, relationships...TRADE UP.

2 Chronicles 32:1 NASB: After these acts of faithfulness Sennacherib king of Assyria came and invaded Judah and besieged the fortified cities, and thought to break into them for himself.

I love what Beth Moore writes about this verse (In the study we've already read of Judah's King Hezekiah's faithfulness in 2 Chronicles 29-31) "...we can be faithful to God and centered in His will and still be attacked by the enemy."

I need to remember that so that I don't feel defeated or down on myself. Sometimes when we are *most* in God's will, and seeking to follow Him the closest, sometimes *that* is when we are attacked the hardest by the enemy.

It is kind of God to remind me of that this morning. My trials are not necessarily punishments...they are allowed by God, and I will get through them with God's promise to never leave me nor forsake me. He is refining me. He is refocusing me.

It's exciting to put down more baggage - I want to carry less into the journey ahead.

So Simple

New Years Day. A time of new beginnings. A time of reflection. A time to reassess and work towards goals once again, whether they be physical, financial, emotional, or spiritual.

This morning as I read Judges 6, the simplicity of sin and consequence jumped out at me:

Judges 6:1 (NASB95)
1 Then the sons of Israel did what was evil in the sight of the Lord; and the Lord gave them into the hands of Midian seven years.

We get ourselves into so many messes when we disobey God. In our own wisdom we think we can take a shortcut, we can bend the rule just a little... How many times have you thought, "Yeah, but in THIS situation, I need to do THIS..." There is nothing new under the sun, and God had your situation handled when He set up the basic parameters.

As I take the time to write out resolutions today - which I do every year - I likely need to put "Stop doing things MY way" at the top of the list. Some of God's commands are crystal clear: Give thanks in everything. (1 Thess 5:18) Rejoice in the Lord. (Phil 3:1) Be anxious for nothing. (Phil 4:6) Speak the truth in love. (Eph 4:15) Let no unwholesome word proceed from your mouth. (Eph 4:29) Be kind. (Eph 4:32) Forgive each other. (Eph 4:32) Be imitators of God. (Eph 5:1) Think upon the good things. (Phil 4:8) Regard others as better than you. (Phil 2:3)

As I even look ahead to the next few hours, would dealing with teens not be simpler if I followed just THOSE commands? Wouldn't my husband love it if I spoke everything in love, even when I totally don't understand him or agree with him? When I return to work, wouldn't it be a witness to never gripe and complain? What if I tried for ONE day for my attitude to be one of total thanksgiving.

We, like the Israelites, want to do things our own way. And so God allows us the consequences. Do you have any Midianites in your life? People whose sole purpose appears to be to make your life difficult? Perhaps you've wandered from the simplicity of imitating Christ because you thought sticking up for yourself made better sense. Remember Philippians 2. Christ had a right to total respect, yet He emptied Himself.

Judges 6:1 is going to change my New Years resolutions. I'm going to focus on obedience. In the small things. In the simple things. Where it doesn't make sense to my flesh. Acquiescence. It's scary to consider the vulnerability, but really...I'm tired of the Midianites. Fights on every front as I try to protect myself. It's time to lean in. Surrender.

It is so very simple. God's way = God's blessing and protection. Even if it doesn't make sense. That's the point: that's faith.

Decedent Day

Yesterday was decedent.

I finally just sorta did what I wanted. No agenda. No schedule. No rush. No need to pick up and tidy. Nothing to wrap. Long sigh - JUST what the doctor ordered.

Most of the day was spent reading - pleasure reading. It felt so wonderful - reading something just for the sheer enjoyment of it - not an assignment, not work...just fun. What delight is to be found in the world of words. In reading we can leave our own small plane for a few hours and live the life of another - seeing what he sees, knowing what he thinks, smelling his smells - it's an expansion of life. Reading is a gift. A good book is a treasure. Oh to have a good book every time I want to read. THAT is the tricky part.

Actually, the day started on the 25th, when what to my wondering eyes should appear - no, not the jolly old elf and eight tiny reindeer - but two pieces of paper wrapped and under the tree. E-tickets. To Paris. Frank and I are going to Paris on April 26th. Since he travels a lot, he saved up miles to go to a foreign destination in honor of our 25th wedding anniversary. I picked Paris.

In anticipation of this gift, I had purchased a couple of novels by John Baxter - A Paris Christmas and We'll Always Have Paris. For Christmas we each gave each other a Paris travel guide, and Frank gifted me with the wee Moleskin travel planner and diary for Paris - includes maps and metro station information. So yesterday, as I lounged with MANY cups tea and lemon, the ottoman held all things Paris, and I sampled from each of them throughout the day. Putter in the sweetest sense of the word. Just plain decedent. My Moleskine travel journal has it's first notes, such as where to find the best baguette, which cemetery has the lovely statue of the woman weeping, and which cafe is a favorite - a hole in the wall kind of place. What fun it will be to research over these next few months and make notes in the tiny book. Just my sort of thing!

A Paris Christmas: Immoveable Feast, is fabulously written. Here's the back cover description: A witty cultural and culinary education, Immoveable Feast is the charming, funny, and improbable tale of how a man who was raised on white bread - and didn't speak a word of French - unexpectedly ended up with the sacred duty of preparing the annual Christmas dinner for a venerable Parisian family... Baxter's memoir of his yearlong quest takes readers along his misadventures and delicious triumphs as he visits the farthest corners of France in search of the country's best recipes and ingredients. Irresistible and fascinating, Immoveable Feast is a warmhearted tale of good food, romance, family, and the Christmas spirit, Parisian style."

Just now curling up for my Sunday afternoon, and about to crack open John Baxter's We'll always have Paris. Pencil in hand, tea on the side table, feet up and blanket surrounding...I'll soon be napping and reading the afternoon away. Still under the weather with a plague in my lungs, but today...it's not such a bad plight.

Bonne après-midi tout le monde! (Happy afternoon to everyone!)

Presence

This morning I will be working from home. Week four of a nasty bug has finally quarantined me. Week one was body aches and weariness. Week two was down and out, missing work and zoning out on the couch. Week three was sinus and sore throat. Week four is lungs. Fa la la la la. I finally succumbed to visiting the doctor, and was well lectured. Stop. Rest. Or else.

And so after a chest xray yesterday I stopped in at work just long enough to gather information for a day at home at my computer. I had already missed two and a half days of work this week again, so it is necessary for me to get a few things done and clock a few hours. Tomorrow will be spent in the car for a one hour far away meeting, so that is a stress free way to put in nine hours. Today I will listen to Christmas music and do a lot of computer input, updating all my client files. Sounds dull, but it will be a great relief to be caught up.

And so...I am present. I am sipping coffee and spending some leisurely time with my Savior, the star of the Christmas show. Such luxury.

When Jake appeared I asked him if he'd like a hot breakfast, knowing that he would light up and request chocolate chip pancakes. Presence. Although I'm almost always here until he leaves for the bus, I'm not always "present." Today I brought my coffee to the table and read from our Advent reading while he savored his favorite treat.

Immanuel: Praying the Names of God through the Christmas Season by Ann Spangler is my new advent devotional for the year. I love advent. The advent candle on the kitchen table that must be at least 15 years old. Tradition.

Today we read of my second favorite name for God, "Immanuel." Technically it is a name for Jesus, foretold twice in the Old Testament and mentioned once in the New.

Isaiah 7:13-14 (NASB95)
13 Then he said, “Listen now, O house of David! Is it too slight a thing for you to try the patience of men, that you will try the patience of my God as well?
14 “Therefore the Lord Himself will give you a sign: Behold, a virgin will be with child and bear a son, and she will call His name Immanuel.

Isaiah 8:8 (NASB95)
8 “Then it will sweep on into Judah, it will overflow and pass through, It will reach even to the neck; And the spread of its wings will fill the breadth of your land, O Immanuel.

Matthew 1:22-23 (NASB95)
22 Now all this took place to fulfill what was spoken by the Lord through the prophet:
23 “Behold, the virgin shall be with child and shall bear a Son, and they shall call His name Immanuel,” which translated means, “God with us.”

The author's words are so beautiful and succinct, let me quote her here:

One of the most comforting of all the names and titles of Jesus, it is literally translated "with us is God" or, as Matthew's Gospel puts it, "God with us." When our sins made it impossible for us to come to him, God took the outrageous step of coming to us, of making himself susceptible to sorrow, familiar with temptation, and vulnerable to sin's disruptive power, in order to cancel its claim. In Jesus we see how extreme God's love is. Remember this the next time you feel discouraged, abandoned, or too timid to undertake some new endeavor. For Jesus is still Immanuel - he is still "God with us."

Presence. God's presence. He brings much more than chocolate chip pancakes to our table, for He is the Mighty God, Wonderful Counselor and Prince of Peace. Meditate on those titles and that reality for a period of time, and you might more fully appreciate that He is Immanuel. God with us. God with us as we prepare to celebrate His birth, as we recuperate, as we type on the computer. God with us at our breakfast table, as we drive about, as we hustle and bustle.

God with us.

Firm Place

Up early this morning, awakened by a disturbing dream. Since early morning is one of the most peaceful times in our busy household, I crawled out at 5:30, turned on the tree lights, made a cup of coffee and put on George Winston's "December." For whatever reason that music has always been melancholy to me, stirring up deep longings for ... Christmas past? Christmas future? a Christmas that isn't? Yet every year it is a part of my Thanksgiving and Christmas weeks, something through which to work each year. The music works at the knots in me, releasing ... something. Interestingly, this Christmas I've enjoyed it more, and hearing it has brought peace rather than tears. Reconciling with what is. Settling in.

This morning's reading is in Luke 23, and I continue to be amazed at the depth of meaning it brings to read of Christ's passion week, betrayal and crucifixion while gazing at a nativity set. God timed that I would be at this point in my Jesus study at this point in the year. I'm simply enjoying the journey.

Beth Moore remarks on Isaiah 22 in today's study. In a prophetic statement in verse 23 it states,

23 “I will drive him like a peg in a firm place, And he will become a throne of glory to his father’s house.

Beth considers this passage to apply both to its contemporaneous context and to be prophetic of Christ. The context of the readings on the crucifixion certainly intensify the driving of the peg. The word "firm" is the word that draws Beth's attention, and so I looked it up in my Hebrew lexicon.

Firm: # 539 to make firm, to confirm, to support; to be firm, to stand firm, to be enduring, to trust.

Trust is the word of the month. At our church's women's brunch the speaker spoke of the simple words, "Trust Me." During an especially difficult time she wrote those words on an index card and set it on her nightstand. Trust Me.

God will drive us like pegs into firm places. Places that will make us firm. Without being driven to experiencing some hard places, we cannot test our firmness. We cannot test our simple trust.

Does this season bring you to some hard places? Do some of the songs bring out the melancholy in you? Are there stresses testing you?

Be firm. Be enduring. Trust. That's what I'm hearing this morning as I listen to the melodies, sip strong coffee and bask in the twinkles. And I feel hope. Hope that my spot in the firm place is becoming more comfortable. At some point the driving of the peg stops, right? At some point the peg is in the firm place, and the driving, the pounding, the pushing subsides. I am beginning to sense that relief. I don't think I'm going to be taken from the hard place, but there is the promise of holding firm in it.

Heavenly Peace

Just received this article from Nicole Johnson, and thought it lovely enough to share. Enjoy.

I'll write soon. The class papers are emailed, the cards are addressed if not sent, the gifts are bought, the tree is alight, and the blogger is ... exhausted. A chest xray today will see if the H1N1 settled in my lungs as pneumonia...its been a long month.

Christmas movies with hot tea are in my very near future.

Stay warm!

You know where to find it...

Oops. I forgot to post the link to the December 6th Advent blog. So...hopefully you still found it...and will continue to find it this month. I'll write again soon. Don't forget to say HI in the comments!

December 5

Good Morning! I'm up early for a FULL day ahead. Bible Study at 7:30, our church women's Christmas Brunch at 10, and then to Chicago with friends for some window shopping and dinner before we go to Candlelight Carols. I've been fighting a nasty bug - only worked one and a half days this week - so I'm praying for an extra dose of energy. I'll just duck into a Starbucks on Michigan Avenue and people watch (zone out) while my girlfriends window shop...there's already a book in my purse...

Have an extraordinary last day of the first week of Advent. Let's keep our focus on HIM.

December 4

Happy Friday! Here's your ADVENT reading for today. Enjoy!

December 3rd

Happy Thursday! The reading for December 3rd is posted here. (don't pay attention to the posting dates - this year or last - just the BLUE TITLE DATES) - (GREEN ones on the advent blog.)

Peace to you!

December 2nd

I hope you enjoy today's ADVENT reading! And the BONUS Advent reading. :o) (Somehow last year I posted twice for December 2nd.)

Advent

In 2008 I wrote an Advent blog.
I am revisiting it now, and enjoying the fact that I'm *totally* surprised by each day's writing. Ha. Must be a midlife thing, eh?
Here is the link to December 1.

Let's enjoy it together. I might edit some of the posts as I reread them this year, so please don't get ahead of the date. A request of the author. :D

One more request. COMMENT. Comments are the ONLY feedback I get. I LOVE comments. Pretty please? I have readers that I don't know. Who are you in Missouri? Such a faithful reader, and I have NO CLUE who you are.

And if anyone (Diane?) can give me the instructions on a simpler comment methodology, PLEASE share.

Happy December everyone!

Desired and Chosen

It's odd to be reading of the Passover in the first week of Advent, but that's where I am at in the Jesus study. In Day 76 Beth quotes part of the "Kiddush" as it is likely what Christ said as He celebrated the Passover with his disciples in the upper room. (Luke 22:14-22 is today's passage.) The Kiddush is a blessing recited over wine or grape juice to sanctify the Shabbat,or other Jewish holiday. I googled "Kiddush" and came to the following English translation in Wikipedia.


English translation of Friday night kiddush
[And it was evening and it was morning], the sixth day. And the heavens and the earth and all their hosts were completed. And God finished by the seventh day His work which He had done, and He rested on the seventh day from all His work which He had done. And God blessed the seventh day and sanctified it, for on it He rested from all His work which God created to function.

Attention, gentlemen,

Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the universe, Who creates the fruit of the vine. (Amen)
Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the universe, who has sanctified us with His commandments, has desired us, and has given us, in love and good will, His holy Shabbat as a heritage, in remembrance of the work of Creation; the first of the holy festivals, commemorating the Exodus from Egypt. For You have chosen us and sanctified us from among all the nations, and with love and good will given us Your holy Shabbat as a heritage. Blessed are You, Lord, who sanctifies the Shabbat. (Amen)

Such a very lovely blessing. Before this reading I did not know it existed. There is such beauty in the Jewish traditions. It would have been a lovely prayer at Thanksgiving... perhaps I will print it and put a copy in our china cabinet...where it will be available for appropriate use.

As I study it, I see that it is a blessing of remembrance. Lord. God. King of the universe. Creator. We need to remember WHO God is.
It is this King of the Universe who sanctifies us - changes us - fits us for Himself - through His Word.
It is AMAZING that the King of the Universe desires us. Ponder that. God has one longing - even as God - and that is for relationship with His creation.
The King of the Universe has given us Sabbath as a heritage, a reminder to rest for 1/7 th of our week, as a remembrance of His work of creation and His example of rest. (Now THAT is a good reminder for the Advent season.) Isn't it funny how we love to FIGHT this - call it ritual, and unnecessary for New Testament believers. But it is a GIFT. A gift "in love and good will." Why do we fight what is so good for us?
The King of the Universe gave us Passover to remember His deliverance of His people from Egypt.
We are chosen. I am chosen. If I remembered this each day it would certainly change my perspective.
We are chosen and sanctified from among the nations. Do you ponder this enough? If you have accepted Christ's free gift of salvation and are living in obedience to Him, then you can know you are CHOSEN. I'm not interested in debating predestination, but I'm grateful that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I AM CHOSEN. God did it right - however He did the choosing - and I am among the chosen. I don't know about you, but I don't thank Him enough for that, nor do I mention it in my prayers nearly enough.
Blessed be the Lord of the Shabbat.

This kind of ritual - not as a NECESSARY, but as a LOVELY REMEMBRANCE - excites me. I love the heritage of it. I love that Jesus likely said these very words with His disciples. At this site you can listen to it in Hebrew.

I love learning. It really just invigorates me. I'm home sick today, for the second day in a row, but today I am at least able to be reading and studying a bit. And honestly, my dilemma is WHICH Bible study to work on. My favorite is this Jesus one, I have a lesson in Proverbs to lead on Saturday morning, and I'm working through Immanuel by Ann Spangler for Advent. (Praying the Names of God through the Christmas Season) After my first morning nap (I am, after all, home to recuperate for the rest of my work week) I will dig into Christian History. I have SO MUCH reading for that, too. I so prefer my time in the Word, but will continue to plod on through the background information I am learning through my seminary classes.

Remember today that you are desired by God. Will you respond to Him in a new and fresh way during this season of Advent?

Thanksgiving photos

Click on the word THANKSGIVING to see photos of our...Thanksgiving!

New Traditions

In my robe, sipping coffee, enjoying the relative peace and quiet and lack of schedule. My soul refreshment.

I picked up a book purchased years ago at a Family Life conference, Thanksgiving, A Time to Remember. A few hours have slipped by as I have read, stared out the window, journaled and reflected. A very good time of preparation.

The book is written for families to read at Thanksgiving, recalling the Pilgrims and their steadfast faith during rigorous hardship. Perhaps it is my Christian History class that has awakened an appreciation for remembering, but for whatever reason I am mesmerized by this book. The presentation is also lovely, with paintings and photos. The cover features a pumpkin pie and a glowing hearth.

As the Separatist church in Holland (having fled there from England) considered journeying to the New Land in order to have religious freedom, they had such incredible perspective. "William Bradford later wrote, 'They had a great hope and inward zeal of laying a good foundation, for the propagating and advancing of the kingdom of Christ in those remote parts of the world; yea though they should be but even as stepping stones unto others."

That last phrase catches me. ...yea though they should be but even as stepping stones unto others...

What a lovely perspective as I head into a busy five days of family gathering. It's easy to slip into the mode of wondering whyI have all the burden of planning and executing the holidays. But perhaps what I'm doing is attempting to be a stepping stone into future generations. I will persevere through a bit of resistance as I bring new thought and tradition into our day tomorrow. I've asked all the children to be sensitive - this is an extremely difficult transition for me. Thanksgiving has always been about my dad. He often brought a devotional, and he always had a long (emphasis on long- while the sliced turkey cooled) heartfelt prayer of Thanksgiving. His appreciation of good food cannot be overstated, and cooking for his pleasure really eased the workload. There was a natural Christian bent to our celebration, no matter who was gathered. Gib was a pastor and his love for his Lord shone through his readings and prayers.

And now he is gone. It doesn't seem as natural for me to pull in the Christian tradition. It's not the way Frank experienced Thanksgiving for most of his life... he is not sharing my utter sense of loss. So as I read and wait for God's leading, I am hopeful of new tradition and new ways to show thankfulness. A few coworkers may be joining us...yet I want our God focus to be as if it were just the six of us. No hiding.

And so that quote comforts me. We may not achieve the Hallmark Thankgiving scene this year. But new traditions can be begun, including reading from this lovely history of Thanksgiving. Stepping stones. I'm placing stepping stones into the future where our four children will have their own celebrations. Perhaps grandma grace will be the one who always prays to give thanks. What a lovely thought. I'd still rather have Gib...but...he's with his King...he's enjoying his reward with his wife and brother and others who have gone before. He's happy.

We here will celebrate the heritage we have been given, forge a new family bond for the six of us, and move on. A lot of celebration lies in the years ahead.

Socialization

So...I travel a lot with these three guys. Last week, this is how they sat at the lunch table. Technology...bah.

Only in Wisconsin

Every once in a while as we're whizzing along on the Wisconsin back roads, visiting rural hospitals, I see things that we HAVE to turn back to photograph. Just last Wednesday we saw this near Eau Claire.

Do you think it's a Christmas thing?

Big Sister

This made me laugh...had to share.

Anna made muffins for the National Honor Society Bake sale.
Anna has a fourteen year old brother who is eating everything in sight.

This is what's on the counter:

It's genetic!

Tonight after work I went to St. Luke's to visit my friend. It doesn't seem that she is improving...sad situation with cancer and other complications. (although we all know that GOD is in control - my experience with my dad taught me to never give up on a person's will to live!) Even though I'd rather have stayed home, I felt God's tug. I called another friend to accompany me.

My dad gave me his visitation communion set, pictured below, so I thought I would take communion to my friend. The photo shows the ancient little set with its vial of wine and some oyster crackers. As a little girl I would accompany my father to visit the "shut ins," and I remember him serving them communion with this set.

I searched our bookshelves to find The Common Book of Worship, also pictured. In it are suggested formats for various Christian rites - anything from communion, communion with the sick, marriage, confirmation of elders, etc. etc. Since she was not up to receiving communion this evening, I read to her from the "Visiting the Sick" portion which was simply verses, many Psalms, strung together. It was published in 1947 in the King James Version. I love the poetry of that older English.

While reading one section I thought to myself, "I need to write in the references to all these verses...for my own use..." and then when I turned to Psalm 23 in another section, I could see that my dad had written in all the references on those pages. Great minds think alike! I also saw, as you can see, that my dad wrote all OVER the place. In fact my and Frank's names are one of many sets in the marriage section - he must have used this very book at our ceremony.

What a rich heritage. It's almost overwhelming.

And my propensity to write in all my books? Well, I can't help it! It's obviously genetic.

Sunday Afternoon

Here we are at Barnes & Noble. I'm supposed to be studying, but oh, how very distracted I can become at a bookstore. Such a lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon. I've been so busy detailing the paint and the rooms that I'm exhausted and needed to leave home for a break.

Next to me to my right is a sweet couple who obviously enjoy one another's company. An elegant woman in her late 50's and her equally distinguished husband. They have an exotic look about them. They both stood to get their tea, and collided a bit. I happened to be looking up at that moment and viewed the smile and touch and sweet moment of happy connection.

To my left is another couple - late 50's, early 60's...playing backgammon without a word. Not seeing the spark there, but who knows. They are, after all, together at a bookstore sipping coffees and playing a game.

Across from me is Anna. Diligent Anna working on her math, and listening to her ipod. I am here at Anna's invitation...an amazing fact. Our 17 year old daughter wants to sit with me at a bookstore. I consider good relationships with our children among the sweetest treasures of my life.

Harney & Sons "Holiday Tea" is in my cup today, and I must say it is quite delightful. Earlier we heard holiday music on the radio. I'm not ready for that. Although...it may be time to break out "The Messiah," my favorite music of the year. I will put the discs into Pearl (my car) and listen to them non stop until mid January. Bliss. Perhaps tomorrow.

George Winston's "December" is another perennial favorite, although it is a melancholy sound. There's something about it that marks the passage of time for me: another December looms, and so many issues of past Decembers linger, along with the memories...both pleasant and bittersweet. It's time. Perhaps tonight's bubble bath will be accompanied by "December."

Earlier there was a grandma at the next table, with two grandsons maybe 6 and 7 years of age. They were making their Christmas wish list. It was simply adorable to overhear their little voices, especially the littler fellow who really wants a kitten. Grandma, maybe 60ish, was savoring the moments, asking questions and listening intently to their detailed explanations and reasoning. Sigh. There are some good years ahead.

Barnes & Noble on a Sunday afternoon - tis a lovely respite from the endless chores that await at home. Sabbath rest.
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Color

This blog has been ignored due to complete upside down chaos in our home. We're painting. The laundry room was white - now is "blonde." The kitchen had [horrid] old tan wallpaper with faded blue hearts; it is now pumpkin/gold. When we peeled off the wall paper the drywall came off in spots too, so we had to have a "skim coat" done, which was then sanded...oh the dust. Whew. The living room and dining room were a grey taupe (ceiling and all) and now are mostly chocolate brown with one accent wall of "fireweed" red. (with bright white ceilings!) The family room also had gray taupe ceiling and walls, but now has a white ceiling, "trusty tan" walls and the fireplace wall is *bright* "loyal blue." The family room still needs another coat of blue.

Needless to say, my world is upside down. We hired a couple guys to do it all at once - a blessing and a curse. The kitchen and living room are back in place, other than touching up where I'm moving artwork and decor. The contents of the family room are still in the foyer. I finally got the wash caught up tonight.

Both Frank and I were painting too. It was a big big job. And now I'm studying for a quiz tomorrow.

So...I'll be back soon. And I'll post photos of my colorful world. I LOVE it thus far.

Budding Artist

As Jake flew out the door this morning, he yelled down the hall, "My painting is on the kitchen table." I thanked him, and went on with getting ready for work.

Then, as I was walking out the door, I picked it up and almost fell over. I LOVE this painting. I mean, I LOVE it. I love the colors, the perspective, the black outlines. He copied a painting, but he doesn't know the artist...


Jake is 13. Incredible. Our children never cease to amaze me.

God does my art

Friday morning. Ahhhh. My coffee and I have just arrived in the living room, in fact there are no lights on yet. It's a cool rainy rather bleak morning. Except. Except it's October 30, and the view is spectacular.

The entire south wall of our livingroom is windows. Thus the title: God does my art. Every morning I make my cup of Butter Toffee coffee in the Keurig (with a splash of cream and one Splenda) and mosey over to the dark living room. If it's still dark out I'll put on the twinkle lights which are draped over the small picket fence near the living room window. But most mornings I just stand, literally just stand there in my jammies, robe and slippers and sip my coffee while I stare at the landscape that's our back yard.

Today the red bush is the highlight. I love this strange bush whose branches all come from the base - not from any sort of a trunk or from another branch. The long branches create a continual movement in the wind. I just love it. I do cut it down continually (though carefully so it never looks newly chopped) but honestly treasure the movement of those continually swaying branches. No, it's not a burning bush, but the color is as spectacular. We have burning bushes galore. In fact I set out to count them twice, and both times became distracted. There are about a dozen, all groomed quite small.

Recently my first morning sight was a red fox. I saw him on two consecutive mornings, and gave him the charge to eat a few squirrels before he moved on. No recent sightings of coyotes or deer. Did I blog about the blue jay? I had my first ever blue jay visit (alas no camera near by) and he was spectacular, twice the size of the cardinals also feeding at that time. Yes, I know that I do not want the blue jay - I've been told that if he chooses my feeders I'll lose all other birds.

As we near November and our minds turn to Thanksgiving, I will blog about my blessings. Today I thank God once again for this living room window which overlooks acres of park land. There are no words to describe how it lifts me - buoys up my soul. No matter the state of my checkbook, the view is rich. No matter the state of my relationships, the birds want to chatter. No matter the dullness of my feelings, the colors dance. No matter the messiness of our household, the outdoors is in perfect harmony and planned display. This must be what prozak feels like - I can literally breathe in the calm and the peace.

Thank you Father. Thank you for the way you have planted me in a place of beauty, a place where I've discovered anew the beauty and order of the rhythm of nature. Thank you for Your creations, and for the simplicity of our responses to them. Amen.

Twinkling

The best part of fall and winter is the lovely effect of lighting inside our home. Unexpected dim lights from all corners of a dark room makes me smile. I'm big into dimmer lights, and into the general calming effect of candlelight and low wattage uplighting and glows.

Last night Sweet Sue was at our house, and I asked her to help motivate me in my office - the half of our bedroom which is dedicated to study and creativity. A couple piles of unfiled mail is really all that stood between me and order, since a couple weeks ago I finally hauled all the funeral paperwork, photos, cards, etc. to the basement. There comes a time when I simply have to haul a pile to a new location - it's something about how I'm wired - just seeing the pile overwhelms me and I avoid it all together.

Sue observed that what I really needed was more lighting.

An hour later the perimeter of this little cubby was sparkling with twinkle lights. Icicle lights on white wire hung from tiny nails spaced a foot apart - about 3 inches from the ceiling. It is positively magical.

My desk was quickly cleared off, and when I went to bed all that remained on it was my laptop and my desklamp. This morning I've been busy with Bible study and the preparation to lead worship on Sunday, all beneath the glow of a million white icicle lights.

I'm working on a photo to post. It's a tough angle to get - this is an indented cubby area of our bedroom - and the lighting is hard to capture.

In the mean time, I am twinkling. Thank you Sue!

Delicious

Sitting in the family room, staring out a window to a garden of fall splendor, sipping Butter Toffee coffee, journaling, day dreaming, and reading in Luke. It's Friday morning, and I'm off until Monday. There is no quiz next week, no mid term exam, there are no out of town guests this week end, in fact... there's little on my calendar. What bliss.

Beth Moore's "90 Day" series are my favorite devotional studies *ever.* The book lover in me appreciates the sturdy hard cover presentation and especially the thick ivory pages with the rough uneven edges. The book itself is magnificent. The disciple in me loves how Beth probes into the text. And the woman in me identifies with the relational details upon which she focuses.


Currently I'm savoring this one on Jesus. In the past I did 90 Days with John, and David is waiting on my bookshelf. Savoring. Honestly, when I'm snuggled under the warm covers in the morning, what seduces me from bed is the thought of curling up with my coffee, my Bible and Beth. No exaggeration. It's my favorite part of the day.

I'm not racing through. The pages are filled with my notes. She set up the books as journals, with questions and space for answers, but I go well beyond that because her perspective draws me in. From the familiar stories she extracts details that add to the richness, add to my appreciation of Jesus' humanity and His divinity. It's a matter of falling in love.

This morning I continued to linger in Luke 10:38-42 - the story of Mary and Martha. I've never really been ashamed of being the Martha of the story, mainly because there is so much Mary in me as well. Martha makes the preparation, and she is the one who actually invites Jesus over in verse 38. We can all ooh and aah over Mary's devotion, but if Martha hadn't been practical enough to invite the guest, there would have been no feet in their house at which Mary could sit.

One thing Beth brings out is that the word "preparation" begins with "pre." Preparation is a good and necessary part of every gathering. Even my time with the Lord each morning involves preparation - likely more than necessary because I'm such a nut with my pens and books - but then when I sit down and open the Word I need to discipline myself to be in the moment and no longer gathering supplies or getting other household processes started. The prep allows the setting in which the relationship can grow, but the Martha in me needs to glue myself to the chair. Enough is enough. The time comes to enjoy the guest.

If Jesus were coming for dinner, you'd better believe I'd be a white tornado of activity all day, cleaning and preparing a warm and welcoming environment. But once He arrived, I hope I'd have the sense to sit as near as I could and just savor His presence. In a way that's what I'm doing as I sit here on this rainy Friday morning. As thoughts cross my mind I bring them to Him, we talk about them a bit, and then I return my attention to His Word.

It's a beautiful thing.

Through It All

Here's the words to the song I'm singing at church tomorrow.

And it's the title of the book I'm going to start.

Through It All.

Little life stories, experiences, and what I've learned...through it all.

I'm inspired.

Again, my favorite version is by Selah.

I love this song.

I've had many tears and sorrows,

I've had questions for tomorrow,
there've been times I didn't know right from wrong.
But in every situation,
God gave blessed consolation,
that my trials only come to make me strong.

Verse 2
I've been a lot of places, and
I've seen so many faces, but
there's been times I felt so all alone.
But in my lonely hours,
in those precious lonely hours,
Jesus let me know that I am His own

And oh it was...

Through it all,
through it all,
I've learned to trust in Jesus,
I've learned to trust in God.
Through it all,
through it all,
I've learned to depend upon His Word.

Verse 3
So I thank God for the mountains,
and I thank Him for the valleys,
I thank Him for the storms He's brought me through.
For if I'd never had a problem,
I wouldn't know that He could solve them,
I wouldn't know what faith in His Word could do.

Through it all,
through it all,
I've learned to trust in Jesus,
I've learned to trust in God.
Through it all,
through it all,
I've learned to depend upon His Word.

Finally

Last night in history class...it all began to make sense.

I've been studying during every spare minute for the last two weeks. Unfortunately there have not been many spare minutes. Yesterday I left work after a noon time meeting, and set up shop at a table in the Barnes & Noble cafe. For 5 straight hours I read, reread and made index cards from which to study for next week's midterm. Our professor gave us a list of 65 topics to master...so I now have 65 large index cards. As I read and hit a topic, I make notes.

That undivided, concentrated time made such a difference. I started putting events and people in order in my mind, and seeing where different readings covered the same time frame. I had a map and tried to find the origination of the various conquerors.

I've already said...I came into this clueless. I must have slept through geography and history classes in high school and undergrad. I don't know where the modern day countries are, let alone the ones at the time of Constantine. Our professor is so knowledgeable that he doesn't teach to my level - leaving gaps that totally confuse me.

We had a quiz last night, which was the impetus for my feverish review. What a gift that was - a quiz on 2/3 of the material we've learned. I need to keep studying until next Wednesday but the majority of the material is at least on my cards.

On quiz one I learned that Dr. G. likes to quiz you on the reading that he has not yet discussed. So I especially concentrated on new material at B & N. Wow, did THAT make a difference. Class finally made sense. The material was familiar. I knew the names. Yes, yes, I know that I should always have my reading done before class...but really, life gets in the way, and once you're behind it's hard to catch up, and then the reading is dry. Anyhow, I *loved* class last night. I felt so on top of things referencing the index cards I already had made for the material upon which he was lecturing. PLUS, the material is about to turn...the second half of the semester is the Reformation and beyond. I just can't wait to hear about so many names that I know but really know so little about. Last night we learned about Wycliffe. John Wycliffe was so passionate about the Word of God being translated into the language of the people. At that time the only option was hand copying, so copies of Scripture cost months of wages. The church was the only keeper of the Word, and was so corrupt. The political process and the church hierarchy were intertwined, and the common man was plundered. Wycliffe studied at Oxford, and God opened his eyes to the inconsistencies. Luther continued on with so many of the same ideas, but Luther was able to encourage the laity's reading of the Word because the Printing Press with its movable type had been invented in 1450. Wycliffe began the dissension, and once Gutenberg's press was able to churn out Bibles, the wildfire of the Reformation spread.

I'm such a history nerd now that I asked my prof if I could borrow a book for the week. [a week ago I would have laughed in your face at the suggestion of extra reading] It's entitled The 100 Most Important Events in Church History. In chronological order it goes through many of the events on my list of 65. He kept reading from it in class, so I reasoned that a concise summary, with writing from a different perspective, might help jell the material even further. In fact I read a few topics in bed at 10:30 last night.

Ha. Miracles never cease.

Disappointment

Disappointment is my word tonight. I'm sorry to write it, and I sort of want to hide it, yet I figure if I'm writing this blog to have an honest remembrance of the year, once in a while there needs to be an honest post on a disappointing day.

Today the tears have been ever present - just on the edge. Plenty have fallen and been added to my bottle.

Psalm 56:8 (AMP)
You number and record my wanderings; put my tears into Your bottle—are they not in Your book?

I'm disappointed that some things hurt so much. The same things. Over and over. That progress does not seem to be made. One step forward, two steps back.

I'm disappointed that I can't cope better.

And really, I'm disappointed that I hope, and that my hope is squashed.

Our pastor talked about Bible Study Partnerships today - reading one chapter of the Bible each day and then getting together with someone to share which verses "popped out" while you read. And so, here I sit at Starbucks, about to dive into Isaiah chapter one. I'm hoping that there will be another blog soon - one with a much better title.

I'm just disappointed.

Age Old Dilemma

In reading about Constantine, the Roman Emperor in the fourth century who ended the persecution of Christians and embraced Christianity, the chapter ends with this quote:

The disagreement [of the ancient church] rested on exactly what it meant to be obedient in a new age while remaining faithful to an old message.

Interesting, isn't it? There is nothing new under the sun...

Power

This morning I am at my desk in our bedroom for my quiet time for two reasons: the kids are up and about which distracts me if I'm in my spot on the couch (my timing is off this morning...their routine is as always) and also my sciatic nerve is killing me. One too many boxes moved in the basement...I've been paying dearly for lifting one box in particular, and as a result must avoid the cushy furniture!

And so, since my laptop is also on the desk...who can resist? A wee note on today's study.

In Mark 9:14-18, directly following the transfiguration, Jesus comes back with Peter, James and John to find the other disciples in an argument with the scribes amidst a crowd of people.

One pattern I'm noticing as I step back and study the *whole* in my classes is that it was the established religious group that were so against the movement of God through Jesus. God had something new planned, which was, actually, the fulfillment of everything old. The establishment just kept clinging to the old, to tradition, to the known. The "religious" people were the ones who continually stirred up the trouble. Interesting.

The disciples had told a man that they could not heal his demon possessed son. In Luke 9:1, before the transfiguration recorded in Luke 9:28, Jesus had indeed given the disciples the power to heal. Jesus doesn't seem too pleased when in Mark 9: 19 He states, "O unbelieving generation, how long shall I be with you? How long shall I put up with you?" Was He unhappy with the clamoring crowd? Or with the bewildered disciples?

I find it interesting that the disciples had less faith than the boy's father. Likely they experienced fear, and perhaps intimidation. With Jesus and the favored three gone, the remaining 9 may have felt unqualified. Of course they were young in their faith...still learning, still grappling with just who this Jesus was, and what their role might be.

God's power was available to the 9 disciples left on their own, just as it is available to us, to me. With Christ within, I have the "surpassing greatness of His power toward us who believe," (Eph 2:19) available to me. The same power, Paul points out in Ephesians 2:20, that raised Christ from the dead.

Beth Moore points out in her devotional book Jesus, 90 Days with the One and Only that "...the worst conditions can often provide the best atmosphere to act in faith." And yet, like the nine, I can tend to wimp out and think "I can't." God, that is simply too big. This situation is too overwhelming. Lord, this feels impossible.

Jesus had given them the power to heal. 2 Peter 1:3 tells us

"For His divine power has bestowed upon us all things that [are requisite and suited] to life and godliness, through the [full, personal] knowledge of Him Who called us by and to His own glory and excellence (virtue)."

With Christ within, truly no situation in my life is impossible. Whenever I think of relational issues in particular, I need to think of God's resurrection power, and that He has ALREADY given me EVERYTHING pertaining to life and godliness. God not only can work in the situation, but He can work in me to make the situation bearable. Whether He changes me or the situation is likely not the point...

I won't judge those nine disciples and their lack of faith. Every day I need the same lesson as they did - that "With God, nothing is impossible." (Luke 1:37)

Catching up with myself

It was a great week end. A full week end.

It started EARLY as I left the house Friday at 4:25 am to meet coworkers to drive north to Wausau for an interview. On the way back we stopped at a restaurant, where I wandered into the gift shop. A Gooseberry Patch cookbook caught my eye. Entitled "5 Ingredients or Less," its simple recipes are arranged by season, and each page has a seasonal decorating tip as well. After previewing a few "autumn" pages, I bought it for some pleasure reading on the 3 hour return trip. I was too exhausted to study the class books in my bag...

So I snuggled into the back seat of a monstrous BMW (the seats recline in the BACK seat!), got out a highlighter, a pen and some post-it notes, and started in. An hour later it occurred to me that I was feeling like "me." A palpable feeling of awakening washed over me.

Recipes, seasonal decor, sitting, perusing...no immediate pressures or deadlines. It was, in a word, blissful. I realized that some parts of me have just been shelved this year as I've gone from activity to crisis to activity to crisis. I simply have not caught up with myself. I've not recovered.

I came home and decided to clean the basement for 30 minutes. Make one little dent. In 2008 the basement had been DONE - completely organized for the first time ever in my adult life. Our new house has great built in storage, and all my seasonal boxes, as well as quilting supplies, had been arranged and at the ready. It was an incredible feat of purging and organizing. And then we had the 100 year record rain storm and a basement flood, so everything on the floor had been hurriedly moved to higher ground. In February of 2009 we had the drain tiles repaired, so everything was moved out and then covered in order to minimize the damage of cement dust. In March my uncle was so ill and then died, which involved two week ends in Iowa. My dad began to spiral in March. I was rarely home. In April I brought up box upon box of my mother's photo albums to have out for my dad's funeral. In May I took them all back down, but by then the two college kids, who both have lower level rooms, had moved in with all their stuff.

Somewhere along the way I gave up, and put the basement on "ignore."

And so, this past Friday, inspired by a bit of reading of simple seasonal celebration, I ventured down and began to move the photo album boxes back into place. I folded up my father's clothes and drove them to Goodwill. Something in me began to wake up... it was time to move on, and to start celebrating again. This isn't likely making sense, but this was big... I was coming out of a fog. Little by little. I found some boxes of fall decor, and carried them upstairs. Frank joined in and helped clean - vacuuming as I cleaned my way through areas. We set up a guitar area downstairs for Jake - the pieces had been there since before the repair, but we had just never put it together.

There's still a lot to do. But the "funeral" boxes and remnants of my dad's room are not there in a pile. The spring decor is put away, and those boxes are on the shelves. The upstairs is cleaned, dusted and looks ready for autumn. It's like I've arrived back home - the things that are SO important to me - I'm doing them again. Organizational chaos weighs me down - even behind closed doors in the basement. Celebrating the change of seasons is ME - I smile as I look around the dining room here where I'm typing. Cooking meals - new ones with 5 ingredients or less - it's ME.

I'd lost myself for a while. It's been a hell of a year. Really. I'm glad to be on the road back.

Gotta scoot. I'm going to set the timer for 30 minutes and organize some Christmas boxes which are still uprooted from the February repairs. 30 minutes at a time...it'll be done eventually...

His Eye is on the Sparrow

why should I feel discouraged

and why should the shadows come

why should my heart feel lonely

and long for heaven and home

when Jesus is my portion

a constant friend is He

His eye is on the sparrow

and I know He watches over me

His eye is on the sparrow

and I know He watches over me

I sing because I'm happy

I sing because I'm free

His eye is on the sparrow

and I know He watches me

He watches me

His eye is on the sparrow

and I know He watches

I know He watches,

I know He watches me.

This song has been in my mind almost constantly in the last two weeks. What comfort it brings to me. My favorite part? "A constant friend is He."

Just now I wanted to find the writer of the song, so I looked up Wikipedia. There was an amazing amount of information...I've included some of it below.

My favorite version is by Selah. If you have itunes, you may want to download it. It is so so soothing.

I've just this morning figured it out on guitar. A dear "sista" is in the hospital with a scary diagnosis. I'm planning to sing it to her tonight, as she is likely in need of the reminder.

From Wikipedia:

"His Eye Is on the Sparrow" is a Gospel hymn. Although today it is a staple of African-American worship services, the song was originally written in 1905 by two white songwriters, lyricist Civilla D. Martin and composer Charles H. Gabriel. The song is most associated with actress-singer Ethel Waters who used the title for her autobiography.

The song has been performed extensively in Gospel music with notable versions by The Soul Stirrers, Shirley Caesar, Crystal Lewis, Marvin Gaye (from In Loving Memory), Kirk Franklin & the Family, Lauryn Hill & Tanya Blount (from Sister Act 2), Mahalia Jackson, Sister Rosetta Tharpe, Dottie West, and Barbara Mandrell. Jessica Simpson recorded the song for her 2001 album Irresistible. Recent jazz artists who recorded the song include the George Adams-Don Pullen Quartet (1984), the Scott Amendola Band (2002), and by Jessi Colter, on her new album, "Out of the Ashes" (2006).

[edit]Inspiration

The theme of the song is inspired by the words of Jesus in the Gospel of Matthew in the Bible, as referenced by Mrs. Doolittle in Elmira, NY .

Chapter 6:26
²⁶ Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?

Chapter 10:29-31.
²⁹ Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.
³⁰ But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
³¹ Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.

Civilla Martin, who wrote the lyrics, said this about her inspiration to write the song based in the scriptures outlined above,

Early in the spring of 1905, my hus band and I were so journ ing in El mi ra, New York. We con tract ed a deep friend ship for a cou ple by the name of Mr. and Mrs. Doo lit tle—true saints of God. Mrs. Doo lit tle had been bed rid den for nigh twen ty years. Her hus band was an in cur a ble crip ple who had to pro pel him self to and from his bus i ness in a wheel chair. De spite their af flict ions, they lived hap py Christ ian lives, bring ing in spir a tion and com fort to all who knew them. One day while we were visiting with the Doo lit tles, my hus band com ment ed on their bright hope ful ness and asked them for the secret of it. Mrs. Doo lit tle’s re ply was sim ple: "His eye is on the spar row, and I know He watch es me." The beau ty of this simple ex press ion of bound less faith gripped the hearts and fired the imag in a tion of Dr. Mar tin and me. The hymn "His Eye Is on the Spar row" was the out come of that ex per i ence.

-- Civilla Martin