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Water

As they rode along they came to some water and the eunuch said, “Look! There’s some water! Why can’t I be baptized? He ordered the carriage to stop, and they went into the water, and Philip baptized him. (Acts 8:36, 37 (NLT)

It’s late, and the day was long. I am excited to share what I created based on the theme of water, though.

I worked on this in 15 minute blocks of time in my room. One day my bed won’t be my workspace, but today it was. It was an emotionally challenging day, and I found that the process of tearing paper and arranging and gluing it was grounding.

Today’s page is torn paper collage. I began with the water background. I took a picture at the end of each work session.

 Here I continue to build the water working in a circular direction.

 Finished water. This leaf was my inspiration for the design. I loved the look of it floating on the water. I debated leaving this the finished page. Bur there were these cute underwater animals that looked happy and playful. I decided to add this smiling beluga and smirking seal for fun. I also added a stream of water down the side with the title at the top.

 My daughter added her own touch to my underwater theme and had me laughing hysterically when I discovered it. It was not glued on. I took the picture for fun. I mixed some blue-tinted water with modpodge and coated the picture for effect, inspired by my fish page. I also added silver glitter to the stream of water and the edges of the leaf.

This is the finished work. It is another one that I like better in real life.

Here is what it looks like across from yesterday’s page.

Goodnight, Friends!

Hoarding Grace

A new school year has begun. It is hard to believe that it has been three years since this happened. You know how things look different in three years? I’m feeling it.

This school year my mantra is daily grace. My theme is grace enough. With so much going on in various aspects of life, big things and small things, if I lose focus on daily graces, I will drown. Daily graces are gifts that happen in the moment to help ease the load a bit. They are unpredictable, often surprising, and easily missed if not intentionally noticed.

Daily grace is grace enough.

The problem comes when I try to hoard grace. When I grab onto a gift I have been given in a moment and analyze and question and cling to and demand that it be like this every time, I lose sight of the gift that is grace. Grace enough says, Wow! What a gift that was!

The first day of school, grace enough was unexpected morning texts from friends, a donut from a fellow teacher, pizza brought home for dinner. The following days, grace appeared in different forms. A big field trip was scheduled, an encouraging Stephen Ministry meeting happened, food appeared for supper each evening, the first Friday pencil can activity was successful without using ModPodge.  (I have learned a thing or two over the years, and colorful “Duck Tape” works just as well or better with NO MESS!!!!)

So here I sit on Sunday afternoon with week one of school behind me. While savoring all of the grace from last week, I begin to stress about this one. Sunday evenings have historically been hard for me. I begin to feel the stress of the upcoming week and grieve the end of the weekend.

Choosing to focus on daily grace invites me to look with surprise and anticipation about what the upcoming week will bring. What does God have in store that I have yet to discover? When I change my perspective to one of openness and stop trying to pack grace manna into jars to save on a shelf for next time, I find myself breathing easier and trusting more. I also find fewer worms. (unless I am shucking the grace that is home-grown, pesticide-free garden corn)

This grace enough is such a slow process for me and carries quite a steep learning curve. I want to have everything nailed down and figured out and neatly planned. I long for ease and comfort all day every day. Instead I am given the daily grace that is grace enough to carry me through the hard, uncomfortable places and lead me to where I have yet to go.

As I look out of my bedroom windows at the bright blue sky and bright yellow sunflowers bowing their heads, I am grateful for the grace of this quiet afternoon to rest and write and refresh my soul. In this moment, it is enough.

It’s all grace.