Month: January 2014

When the Oil flows

Jeremiah 8:22 “Is there no balm in Gilead, is there no healer there? Why has the healing of the daughter of my people not come?” The answer to Jeremiah is, Yes there is a Balm, and a Healer, and He has indeed come! Sometimes, the ups and downs of life have the ability to cause our hearts to grow hard as stone, even for those of us who belong to Messiah Yeshua. The encouraging thing is that even stones can’t help but soak up oil. When Messiah Yeshua pours His oil upon us, the oil will be soaked up and our wee little hearts will be healed and hard no more! There is relief in Messiah Yeshua. I am learning that the soaking is not always instantaneous. Maybe I already knew that but I did not really give this truth much heed. But I believe we all need to. Consider the work of a massage therapist. You have trigger points in your muscles that are preventing you from fully moving properly. First, the therapist does …

Matters of the Heart

Greeting Soup Seekers! It has indeed been some what of a long, unintended, hiatus from blogging this week, and I hope that such a long period of time will not pass like this again. As mentioned in my very first blog that I ever posted here, I made it clear that this blog is about my journey. Thus far I have taken very great steps, in my own estimation into further discovering my creative writing and visual arts. But I also mentioned that this journey of mine, that I have invited you along on, is also about my spiritual growth and understanding. Who am I in the heart of Messiah Yeshua (Jesus Christ) and Who is He in my heart? Novaturient: Desiring or seeking powerful change in one’s life, behavior or situation.” I want not to take up too much time here as I am still in the healing process from tumbling through some rough spiritual terrain of necessary change. Just a bit of background about my walk in faith. I gave my life to …

Decisions part II…More on Chopsticks

It amazes me how something so simple as Chopsticks can actually hold very profound power. After all, basic chopsticks are fashioned from two pieces of wood. They are nothing more than sticks, but to use them, to be able to feed yourself with them takes practice and elegant form. When thinking further about the analogy I made between Chopsticks and Time management, I realized the same holds true with creativity as a whole. I briefly mentioned it at the end of the previous post, but I wanted to take some time and expand on it. Your art is a living, organic thing. Allow it to grow in its own way.”- Crystal Robinson Clark Over the past few weeks of blogging, there have been a few reoccurring themes; time, control, and of course, creativity. Years ago, I was having a conversation with my eldest sister about my art not doing what I wanted it to do and certainly not doing it within the window of time that I had set for it. My sister’s response was …

Going with the Flow

I share this article from January 15, 2014. The glory and truths found within are still relevant today. I pray you are blessed by them. Today was a gorgeous day, not just because the climate was balmy and the sun was shining without a single cloud in the sky, but also because of the things that I got to do and didn’t get to do. I literary woke up this morning to the sound of birds singing. First I thought, “Lil, birds it is January. You must be confused.” But then a thought accord, they were not confused. They knew exactly what time of the year it was but because our Beloved Savior, Christ Jesus had been so gracious and given them such a gorgeous day, they were taking advantage of it. “It was like playing in a preview of what is to come.” These little birds were rejoicing in the moment, going with the flow and just getting to hear their delight made me smile. Their delight was contagious. As I write this, my …

Seeing through the Fog of Fear

If you are willing to go where God leads, He will see you through the journey.” -Pastor Jesse Duplantis Writing is what I love. Sharing is what I love. Creating is what I love. However even in the face of things we love there can at times be a cloud of fog that blinds our direction. We start off heading one way with excitement and hope, and somewhere down the road we end up choking on the fog of fear. For a while now I have battled with the fear of failure. I know that I am capable. I know I have a story to tell, and image to showcase, but I have stumbled on the stones that say “What if you don’t tell the story right?” or “What if you mess up that really expensive piece of cotton rag artist paper you just purchased?” The fear is paralyzing. It kept me still for far too many years. I wished I had pushed through it sooner. Being able to create a perfectly scaled form with …