Letting It Go

There are people who can walk away from you.
And hear me when I tell you this!
When people can walk away from you: let them walk.

I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone.
When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left. The bible said that, they came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. [1 John 2:19]
People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay. Let them go. And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it just means that their part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead. You've got to know when it's dead. You've got to know when it's over. Let me tell you something. I've got the gift of good-bye. It's the tenth spiritual gift, I believe in good-bye. It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He'll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it.

Stop begging people to stay.

Let them go!!
If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong to you and was never intended for your life, then you need to......
LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to past hurts and pains .....
LET IT GO!!!
If someone can't treat you right, love you back and see your worth...
LET IT GO!!!
If someone has angered you .
LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge......
LET IT GO!!!
If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction......
LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or talents ...
LET IT GO!!!
If you have a bad attitude.......
LET IT GO!!!
If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better......
LET IT GO!!!
If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new level in Him......
LET IT GO!!!
If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship......
LET IT GO!!!
If you keep trying to help someone who won't even try to help themselves...
LET IT GO!!!
If you're feeling depressed and stressed .
LET IT GO!!!
If there is a particular situation that you are so used to handling yourself and God is saying "take your hands off of it," then you need to......
LET IT GO!!!
Let the past be the past. Forget the former things.
LET IT GO!!! Get Right or Get Left .. think about it, and then .... LET IT GO!!!

"The Battle is the Lord's!"

Next, stop and think and appreciate God's power in your life, for doing what you know is pleasing to Him. Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before My Father" If you are not ashamed, send this message... only if you believe! " Yes, I love my God, He is my fountain of Life and My Savior. He keeps me going day and night, without Him, I am no one. But with Him, I can do all things. Christ is my strength: God loves you and watches over you everyday.

finished & sold...

This is the painting, well half of it. It is a replica of the Paul Klee painting, Red and White Domes. Not a big "do me a replica" fan, but whatever. It was fun. Finally got my computer to work right!!! So frustrating.


Horrible pics, i know. I have to use my cell phone. Can't find the cord to my digital camera.
ok, this one is side ways. my computer doesn't have any imaging/photo programs on it anymore so just tilt your head.

This is the original. The color on my pics is a little distorted b/c of the cell phone camera and b/c my printer didn't show clear the exact colors, but anyway....you get my drift. this painting was a lot of fun. i was skeptical at first, but then found myself really enjoying the work.

yeah, i know....so soon?but else it there to do when your breaker throws and a/c and fans cut off in the middle of the night/morning and you can't go back to sleep? blog? i am fan person. can't sleep w/ out it, so now i am awake on a saturday morning. that sucks.
i finished another commissioned painting earlier last night!!! yeah. madd and i went to chuck e. cheese's. he loves chuck e. cheese. i am officially the skee ball champ, of course. i have to admit the place is pretty dang fun. food usually isn't so great, but this time it was pretty good. i know i am so rambling but i am half asleep.

i am trying to download picutres of the painting. my computer will not work properly. that is so freaking aggrivating.

im out

i am tired of the whole "blog thing" and i am tired of my myspace. i am tired of writing on it, keeping up with it, reading it...the whole nine yards. at one point it seems a little aggrivating to me. write something blah...that no one really gives a shit about or write something expressive and internal that shows my mind and my true thoughts and you express too much to too many people that either get you or they don't.

i need some fresh air. it seems a little stale in here.

i may growing out of this.

until i feel inclined...im out.

happy happy friday

thank the lawd, its friday.

i have not much to say. thank you chris for doing laundry at my house yesterday. i wish you were still my roommate :( thank you too for having lunch with me. i wish i didn't have to work all day and we could have spent more time together. loved the note on the fridge by the way....PYT. i laughed out loud at that. i love you. you are the greatest friend, don't know what i would do without you. i miss my friends so so much. i am glad we will all be together this weekend. i am so excited, you just don't know. i cried last night because i miss y'all so much. i have friends here too and i wouldn't trade them for anything, but its just not the same. irreplaceable. that's what you are.

oh yeah...and baby brynn is sooo STANKIN' CUTE!!!!! she is a doll.

can't wait for the weekend. hopefully, i will get to munch down a funnel cake. and we are taking that ride to H#2, right???

sorry, i guess i am addressing this blog personally to two people. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.... hee hee

Mothers

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here.

"Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.

This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.

And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.

This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.

This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated!

For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.

For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.

What makes a good Mother anyway?

Is it patience?

Compassion?

Broad hips?

The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?

Or is it in her heart?

Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? Th e panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying? The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...And mature mothers learning to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all.

For all of us.

Hang in there.

In the end we can only do the best we can.
Tell them every day that we love them.

And pray.

"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."