Showing posts from July, 2010

weekend worship at la iglesia catolica de san eduardo

1 ¡Aleluya!
Alabad a Dios en su santuario;
alabadle en su majestuoso firmamento.

1 Praise the LORD.
Praise God in his sanctuary;
praise him in his mighty heavens.

2 Alabadle por sus hechos poderosos;
alabadle según la excelencia de su grandeza.

2 Praise him for his acts of power;
praise him for his surpassing greatness.

3 Alabadle con sonido de trompeta;
alabadle con arpa y lira.

3 Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet,
praise him with the harp and lyre,

4 Alabadle con pandero y danza;
alabadle con instrumentos de cuerda y flauta.

4 praise him with tambourine and dancing,
praise him with the strings and flute,

5 Alabadle con címbalos sonoros;
alabadle con címbalos resonantes.

5 praise him with the clash of cymbals,
praise him with resounding cymbals.

6 Let everything that has breath praise the LORD.
Praise the LORD.

6 Todo lo que respira alabe al SEÑOR.

He longs…

remember the bride bear?

A partial repost from past files--you'll understand why toward the end.

The bride wore a finger-tip paw claw-illusion veil secured by three delicate white roses.

She carried a bouquet of four white roses and seed pearls. Attached to the bouquet were streamers of white satin.

At one point she did give us a peek of her "something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue" garter that was concealed beneath her lavish gown.

The bride chose to wear satin ballet slippers adorned by one tiny rose and secured by an elasticized band--the better for dancing at the Teddy Bear's Picnic and Reception immediately following the ceremony.

And here she is in all her glory wearing a gown designed by Beara Wang. The gown featured an alencon bodice accentuated by cap sleeves trimmed in white satin. The dress was gathered in at the waist with a bow featuring roses and seed pearls. Cascading from the bow was an over-lay panel of illusion trimmed also in white satin.

The bride and g…


Many of you know I attended a calligraphy and art workshop in Santa Fe, NM a few weeks ago taught by one of my favorite calligraphers and artist, Randall Hasson. In fact, Randall gave me permission to use one of his renderings in this post so a great big thank you to him. By the way, if you want to view some of the most incredible contemplative paintings you've ever seen, please click here for a link.

I have loved calligraphy for years and really went to Randall's workshop to learn some of his techniques for applying paint to canvas. I came away very inspired but something happened that I really had not planned on. Because he adds life to his paintings with people, I found myself wanting to paint people, portraits in particular upon returning home.

But how to go about this? I had painted one portrait (tried is the operative word here) and sketched one bust of JFK when I was a teenager. So you get the drift, this is NOT something I do.

I reviewed what knowledge I had about g…

Behold Your Bridegroom Cometh!

A couple of years ago, my husband and I took some of our granddaughters to Build-A-Bear. While watching them get such joy out of custom dressing their dolls, memories from the past started flooding my mind. Memories of scant Christmases as far as presents, especially baby dolls, were concerned.

For a few Christmases, bride dolls were the rage during the '50's. Since the only real dreams I ever had consisted of growing up, getting married and having children, I wanted a bride doll more than I have words to express.

Needless to say under our financial conditions, a bride doll was never in the realm of possibility. All of my friends and relatives eventually got one and yes, I had a major pity party for some years over that.

As I was sitting there in Build-A-Bear thinking all these thoughts and how blessed my grandchildren are and don't even realize it, my husband came over and asked me what was on my mind.

I think a few tears began to flow as I re…

praise Him

He longs for us to praise Him.

Photos: The crepe myrtle trees in our cul-de-sac are just beautiful this year--loaded with blossoms. I took these pictures this morning with a p & s camera.

things aren't always as they appear

When was the last time you judged something or someone and found out you were wrong? Anytime I am guilty of this, it is too often.

Recently (around the 4th of July) my husband and I were driving out to my sister's house which is about a thirty or forty minute drive from the city. We passed a house that I have driven by many times before and had really never noticed. Since I was in the market for "Americana" pictures, I noticed this small, white-framed house with an American flag. It took my eye--it was so simple--and the flag just seemed to jump out at me. I asked my husband to stop so I could take a picture.

He stopped and I hopped out of the car and took the first picture. I remember thinking something like, "Oh, this precious little house where some precious people live--I know they care about their place--it is nice and neat--they are proud and patriotic with the flag and all." And my mind continued, "But, only a few small bushes on the side--I wi…

weekend worship at 2nd Presbyterian

Dear Friends, at the bottom of this page you will find a box where you can select your favorite style of music and I have also included one for my Church of Christ friends which features just vocal instruments--all the same song, Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing--because He is the Source of all things good. BTW, I took these pictures last fall, hence the leaves. The heat is unsufferable here in Arkansas--hope this will give us a little hope for fall and cooler temperatures.

Enter his gates with thanksgiving

and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. Psalm 100:4 NIV

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.

Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, …

look what i found

I have really struggled with this Blogger thing called Followers. I have had the gadget up, down, down, up but have chosen to leave it up for the past few months. The struggle?--oh, I don't know really--I just wanted people to be able to come over and read if and when they felt like it--didn't want anyone obligated to leave comments ever and I hope I have some readers who do just that. The other thing that bothered me was the name--Followers--I didn't want anyone to follow me. I read one blog writer who jokingly (but seriously) begged followers NOT to follow her.

But, anyway, look what I found--the most wonderful group of friends in the whole wide world. I wouldn't trade any one of you for anything. I feel like I know most of you personally and some of you have become lifelong friends. I think when we lay our inner thoughts, emotions, beliefs, desires, and failures out in front of each other daily, we really do get to know one another.

So, sweet, sweet friends ple…