Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Illustration Friday: Women

Sunday, January 22, 2017


My contribution to this week's Illustration Friday! It is about time things changed. The swirl of a new change is on the horizon, and this sick abortion garbage is going to change!

Sunday, November 6, 2016

IF- Steam

The theme on Illustration Friday this week is "Steam." I recently completed this watercolor etegami that fits quite well :)

Thursday, October 6, 2016

IF: Weapon

Hebrews 4:12

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Bible Art Journaling

I had such a wonderful time on Saturday morning!

I had the pleasure of spending time at a Bible journaling event at my local Family Christian bookstore.

I created in my open cover of my Bible, utilizing paint, a little turtle, and heart stickers, all made by Illustrated Faith. Check out their products... fantastic! I saw the turtle and immediately felt "slow to anger" so that's what I went with. I even used washi tape by Illustrated Faith! I'm not done with this yet.

The bookstore even gave us coupons, and there was a raffle for a journaling Bible!

What truly made this event special and unique, however, was the four lovely ladies I was blessed to spend the time with. We created, we talked and shared, loved, encouraged, and prayed. It really was a beautiful experience.

I would write more, but I'm doing this from my phone (in html version), so I just want to thank Jesus for allowing us 5 women this time for fellowship and creativity. I can't wait for the next time!

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Sunday, June 21, 2015


These things transgress. Today is what there is- a dried coffee cup, an unread newspaper (I only use the coupons, anyway.) Time is a concept dubbed elemental, but even little children understand- the sun daily must set, and sometimes, people are no more (but everything must remain the same.) Where I live these days, the moon nightly sinks in the sky after dark settles in. and everything is strange and nothing makes sense (yet I have long ago forgotten why.) Tomorrow no longer propels me as once it did, for here is now and present I must be. These years pass out of my control and often, I think of you (but the one I remember never you were.)