Coming Alive Again

I’ve resumed painting – this time with acrylics – and I really like it.

My husband has taken a greater interest in cooking lately – and he seems to like it also. That’s a good thing for both of us.  Serving God is our main focus, and He allows us to indulge in hobbies to His glory that also bring us JOY.

I’m experimenting with clouds… painting them, I mean.

Jack is experimenting with broiling… his first attempt was delicious! Just browning the mashed potatoes set atop two blocks of meatloaf… kind of Shepherd’s Pie style… and we truly enjoyed it.

The Lord helped me with every single thing I did painting with those brushes; feeling them in my hands (I’m ambidextrous) and getting the shading and highlighting right.  God is SO generous. Here’s how they turned out:

“Light Among the Treetops” Copyright 2016 SJ Palmer

The treetops aren’t always noticed by many – including me. When big, fluffy clouds pass over them headed toward the light from now on I will try to look up at the “Light Among the Treetops” © 2016.

I’d never painted a cloud prior to this and, truthfully, the top set are my very favorite; the bottom need adjusting albeit, with clouds, any shape has realism.

The way acrylics dry so quickly takes some getting used to, but I’ve found I truly enjoy the way their setting so quickly keeps me on point as I paint. I started as an oils girl.

A New Land

So now my husband is drawing closer and closer to the kitchen, and I think he really likes it. He’s the kind of person who needs to keep busy or else he feels unproductive, unworthy, and without value. While I’ve committed that gross misconception to God’s power, I am happy to see him gravitate toward an enjoyable pastime. Nothing wrong with having hobbies, only something wrong when the hobbies “have” you. God willing, I will live and continue praying for his sense of self-worth.  Concurrently, I’ll enjoy the little masterpieces that make him feel useful. Here’s how those mini Shepherd’s Pies turned out:

Jack’s mini Shepherd’s Pies

YUM! 🙂 God will use whatever means available to breathe life back into a waning situation.  Acrylics painting for me and cooking for Jack is a healthy step in the right direction. When life is present and flourishing, death can be driven away quickly, evenly, and with trust. God is our constant Help; He is our Breath of Life, our Friend, and our Trust everlasting.  Amen.



Don’t Slip…

At times I’m amazed at how easy it is for me to give place to complaining; especially if aggravations are consistent.

But when I think about it, aggravation was consistently present with Jesus in the form of Judas, wasn’t it?  That guy was a thief and a liar even though he lived and “walked” with Jesus every day; yet, God loved him.  God didn’t slip into complaints regarding him even though every word would have been justified.

Jesus knew that it wasn’t about that.  Neither is life in God for us.  Living Godly is about living righteously… that means allowing ourselves to be transformed into the image of Christ Who Himself is the exact image of God, according to scripture.

Ever think about that?  I have and, whenever I do, it adds amazing grips to my feet.  Humility increases the strength of our foundation in God, y’all; it allows us to yield to God’s desires to cleanse all blemishes to our personality. Saying yes to God’s desires will enable us to “love” continually, even when aggravations are present, and it’ll keep us from slipping into complaint.


Observing Matrimony: A Testimony

What I find fascinating about being newly married (nearly 7 months) is how much I’m learning about my own sexual appetites and temperatures. While I enjoy intimacy with my husband like any wife would, I am not overtly sexual. Most men are, and I admit that sometimes I feel bad about not being as “hungry” as my husband.

I notice I have sexual cravings and urges in what I call “clusters”. It’s not surprising that the height of our activity surrounds my ovulation cycles… after all, it ain’t over ’til it’s over. 🙂  Sitting back and watching me be me after not having an opportunity to be sexual according to God’s definitions (within the bonds of matrimony) has been quite educational.

I’ve also learned that men never grow too old for interest in sex.  Their appetites really do persist well into later years.  My husband is 28 years my senior, and I am 50… you do the math; the man is absolutely still going strong, and he is attractive and sexy. “Interested” in sex is an understatement. He is very healthy!

I cover this testimony with the Blood of Jesus and I forbid the enemy access to it.  God has truly blessed us both, and the best part for me is getting to know myself sexually after all these years.

Thank You, Jesus!

(Btw, if you are still waiting on God’s promises for matrimony, don’t give up hope. What He’s graciously and faithfully done for one He’ll do for all, with just as much grace and faithfulness.)