The beautiful and the ugly.

Underneath the words 'you are welcome here', on the left side of your screen, there's a snippet about how I'm learning that Jesus takes the beautiful and the ugly and turns it all together for good. But, sometimes I get so overwhelmed with the ugly-- the ugliness of my own heart and the ugliness of the world we live in. This happened after the murders in Newtown and I wrote about it here. And this is happening now with the uncovering of Gosnell's crimes and the media's lack of attention towards it. I find myself in this abyss of feeling guilty for not wanting to know the details, or not being able to watch the unfolding of them, and feeling as if the not knowing somehow makes me part of the uncaring. 
 

All I want to say here today, amidst a couple of pictures that bring your attention to the tangible, is that I am so thankful for the power of Christ. I'm overwhelmed with the beauty that is found, today, in the open tomb. Death has been swallowed up in victory. Swallowed! Death! The One who will make everything right-- every innocent life taken and every sin in this mortal body committed-- is sitting on his throne. And after he bled and died for all of my murderous thoughts and words, all of my sin, not in part but the whole!, he rose from the dead and he is living, today, to make intercession for me and for you! 

"When everything looks like it's over, when there's no hope-- But God! God does something. He turns it all around. Adam and Eve left the garden. "But God whispered a promise to them." A flood was coming. "But God remembered Noah." We were helpless. "But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ." Whatever is happening in your life today-- look up! Help is on the way." 
Sally Lloyd-Jones || Thoughts to Make Your Heart Sing

p.s. I think I nearly vowed to never have fake flowers in my home. Fake flowers have never been on my 'favorite things' list.  Think. . . bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens // brown paper packages tied up with string // these are a few of my favorite things. And now that I've got you singing out loud with that last sentence, let me shock your socks off with this one-- There currently are fake flowers (and paper ones!) hanging on my front door! For those of you who know me, you know this is a big deal. (smile)

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  1. I love that wreath...beautiful!!!!!

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    1. Thank you Danielle! I made it a few evenings ago when I found myself in an artistic slump. Sometimes I find that forcing myself to make something makes the artful thoughts start going again!

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  2. I watched the Gosnell video just now and am deeply grieving over here for all those children, too. Oh, Jesus. Thank you for pointing to it and thank you for demonstrating God's beauty in the way you create here. It's so valuable to me.

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    1. Shanna,
      Me too. Me too. I literally just sobbed and sobbed as I sat on the sofa watching what I could. And, then afterwards, I couldn't stop thinking about all of these women who have to live with the consequences of this choice and how much grace and love I need to show to them-- how much they need to see that from us as Christians. Before a few months ago, it wasn't something that I had ever really thought about. The president of the Portland area PRC's spoke at a our church a couple of months ago and it stopped me in my tracks.

      p.s. So wishing a stop in Nashville was on my ticket for this upcoming trip!

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  3. The wreath is beautiful....but your words are even more lovely.
    You speak with such truth and humility, with such raw compassion and understanding of your relationship with Christ--it is very inspiring.
    I had yet to hear of Gosnell until reading this and googling him...and now, now my heart is weighted in sorrow.
    Our nation, our world needs Jesus...badly.

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    1. Amy,
      Thank you for your kindness. I promise you, I am a mess of pride and uncompassionateness, if that is a word, but thankful for my standing in Christ and for his love and redemption and grace. And mercies that are new every morning, which, at this stage in my life-- a mama to a 1 and 3 year old-- those mercies are welcomed so much more than they were even just a few years ago!

      I echo your last sentence!

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  4. Anonymous7:34 PM

    While they technically are fake flowers, they are not really what I think of when I hear fake flowers. Fake flowers are cheap plastic. These are really hand crafted flowers. There's a big difference.

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    1. Anonymous,
      You know what? You're right. And, thank you for the compliment-- I made them myself : )

      p.s. I noticed your comment hailed from South Carolina-- I lived there for several years and miss the sunshine but not the humidity!

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  5. Anonymous12:27 PM

    You are constantly making me say "why didn't I think of that?" Gorgeous wreath, by the way. :)

    -Jessica B

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