ARE YOU CRACKED??

I was definitely where I was meant to be today! I woke remembering that I thought of a blog to write  and forgot what it was about.I had a a great breakfast, followed by church still thinking.. "I wish I remembered what I wanted to write about because it was good!"

At church someone told me I would be a great person to take over an area of church  activity that involved painting backdrops of the church plays every year for Vacation Bible School because she just couldn't do it any more. I thought she must be out of my mind because I could never do that. I could help someone do it, but I couldn't take on the responsibility.

When the pastor starts his sermon, it's about but how we need to break out of the clay pots we are covered in  to be molded into what God had originally designed us to be. As he is speaking, I remembered about what I wanted to post this week. It was about how we are clay pots being cracked and chipped until we are finally molded into the design our Creator designed us to be. We weren't designed to be anything for our self, but He designed us to be something wonderful for Him. Then I was convicted. Thinking how someone was asking for my help in an area that was no sweat off of my back, but would help relieve her some responsibility. Boy was God talking to me!
I know I was created with many gifts for Him, but this is just a little one I needed to see and be obedient to, to reap the rewards of joy He has for me.

I think if we sit in our comfort zone, we will never see what we are designed to be and feel the joy in our life as we were intended to. He will only crack us to where He wants us to be. It is up to us to want to be molded down to find the gem inside of us.

Being molded isn't easy but it is rewarding... I hope you find yourself too so you can feel the joy!

First Rejection Under My Belt

Well, it came. My first rejection letter for my manuscript from the first agency I sent it to. It was actually very pleasant!
Here is what they wrote:

Thank you for sending Ness' story my way, which I enjoyed very much. I can understand your passion for the little one, and I appreciate your loving approach to life. Unfortunately, though, because the picture book market is as tight as it is, I'm taking on very few new picture book authors, so this is a pass for me. I'm sorry not to have better news.
But I do thank you for thinking of me, and I wish you all the best in finding the perfect home for Ness' heartwarming story.
Looking onward~

Smile and Leave Your Mark

Ever wonder where all your wrinkles came from? I bet if you think back on time of your life where something substantial or significant happened you can bet that it left a mark, literally on your face. I truly believe that every wrinkle tells a story not meant to be erased.

~ :-) Smile. Make more wrinkles!

 

Picture Books Are Not just A Book

 Picture books are not just a book; they are a vessel that holds a special bond between parent and child. I am just starting off in the writing world.. picture book to be exact, and I am very optimistic that we will not see the last of picture books in our life time.

I'm On My Way!!

Had my manuscript critiqued this week by Margot at http://www.margotfinke.com/
I'm telling you, if you are looking for someone to critique your work, I HIGHLY recommend Margot. She brought my story to a whole new level! Her creative mind works on overtime. What a hoot! I can't wait to submit it to a publisher. I was nervous about it before, but I know I am ready now. It may take a while, but here we go...
Wish me luck!!

What Was I Thinking???

As we get older, memories come to our minds at the oddest times. I could be walking down the street, and thought of the Ice cream truck would pop up! What does that mean?? I don’t want an ice cream… I just liked the way I felt when he was coming.

I had pretty funny thoughts today. I walked outside and smelled the crisp cool air and memories of skiing down a double black diamond trail in Steamboat, Colorado came to my mind. Now mind you, we’re talking about a California summer breeze here… where did that come from??

I wonder what a young person thought if they felt that same crisp cool air? What would they think if they didn’t have a memory to put with the feeling?

I guess before they were memories, our thoughts were just “wonders”

What triggered your thoughts today?

What If ??

This has to be the best lyrics in a song.
Words by Laura Story

We pray for blessings, we pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering

All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things

Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops?
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near?

What if trials of this life
Are Your mercies in disguise?

We pray for wisdom, Your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt Your goodness, we doubt Your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough

And all the while You hear each desperate plea
And long that we'd have faith to believe

Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears?
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near?

And what if trials of this life
Are Your mercies in disguise

When friends betray us, when darkness seems to win
We know the pain reminds this heart
That this is not, this is not our home
It's not our home

Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears?
And what if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near?

What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst
This world can’t satisfy?

And what if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are Your mercies in disguise?