In other news I had a rather frustrating day today. Did you know books are incredibly hard to draw? Harder than suns, harder than harps, harder than lions? Thankfully Mom rescued me and not only me but the book stencil I had made. I've just transfered it to the white material and am getting ready to use the silver puff paint to outline it, but I am nothing but a bundle of nerves. I've been one most of the day. Why? Well. . .
I didn't even get a chance to crack the cover of Hand that Bears the Sword yesterday because of the other project I was working on, and then I had the most bizarre dream and woke up late because I didn't really feel like I got any sleep. Dad and I had a minor row and Mom and I had a more major one (now resolved) I cried during church service and felt like the biggest disappointment/ faker in Christ's family (I disappoint myself so often I can't help feeling like I am a disappointment to Him too) and then came up to the office and started working and ran into major problems with the book stencil. Highlight of the day? Assigning photos to the names in my new cell phone address book. Now when someone calls, I have the image selected pop up on the screen as well as the name of the person calling and the number. Also, Artchick helped me set my phone back to a 'true ring' so my Indiana Jones theme plays. I couldn't figure out why the thing was stuck on silent. Another highlight of the day? Lip syncing to "Girl put your record on'' for Artchick and watching Mom dance to "Hey You" by Avril Lavine.
Right now I think I'm going to try and work on some of the smaller paper banners I'm making and watch MirrorMask, one of my ubber-favorite movies (hey, I know almost all the lines)
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Frustrated Artist
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Psalm 49
A Psalm of Repentance
About Me
- everlastingscribe
- I tell stories all day long. Some with my pen, some with my keyboard and if you can find me, buy me a coffee and I'll tell you one too!
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Michelle, you're no fake. I SO understand how you feel, though. If I am truly His, then how come I...fill in the blank. The answer is that we are fallen, broken people living in a broken world, desperately wanting to have God here on earth in the flesh, but having to trust rather in the unseen. All of that together makes it easy, in light of our many failures, to seem like we are just "pretending."
Dear Lord, bless Michelle--and bless us all--with a sense of you presence, and a concrete reminder of your love and mercy. Thank you that you understand.
Amen.
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