Monthly Archives: May 2014

Maya Angelou – thank you.



I am thankful for these words (and so many more!) that inspire and encourage from Maya Angelou. May they do the same for you today. And here are some words about her, from another encourager, Ann Voskamp –

Lord, one of the caged birds flew today,
one of ours passed, and Maya Angelou’s song still lingers on, her words resonating off all the walls of the world today, beyond the walls of time:

“Most people don’t grow up. Most people age. They find parking spaces, honor their credit cards, get married, have children, and call that maturity. What that is, is aging.”
Make us the mature, not just the aged, Lord.

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but *people will never forget how you made them feel.*”
Make us about more than tongues or hands, but about touching hearts, Lord.

“I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back.”
Make us remember that the way to have it all — is to give it all back, Lord.

“Have enough courage to trust love one more time. And always one more time.”
Make us have the courage to trust love, Lord, because we are safe in Your love — so love always one more time, and one more time, and one more time.

“Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer.”

And that Lord — a thousand times, make us live that.
So tonight we thank You for the caged bird that sang — and flew.



when I am scraped thin


I sit down with a sigh, surveying the landscape that is my studio. Desperate for something to do in this space, yet unable to process my thoughts, I choose to clean my palette, hoping to cleanse my soul in the work…

This always feels like loss to me:

A clearing of  history… removing evidence of the time and process. The good and the bad all lumped together.

All I can see is a mess, because right now I am being sanded and scraped…

Yet I cling…so in true artist fashion, I begin to create something out of that dust, these ashes…

and I see something in it…through the magnifying lens of my camera…




and some inspiration for my heart and my work…

If you are in a hard season, may I offer this small portion? Maybe there is some precious treasure to be found even in our valleys.  Be encouraged.