One or Both?

Abuse Survivor, Art, bravery, confidence, courage, curiousity, Faith, hope, memoir, New Years Day, Peace, Redemption, surrender, Uncategorized, Vulnerability, writing

I’ve just scribbled out the words to my December newsletter.

Months ago I considered quitting.

Quitting because of my perception of a very low number of readers.

Okay, not perception.


Now, I’m in a new place.

Not just a cute ending to a post but a decision.


Continue and believe.

Still, there are timely decisions to be made and those decisions don’t feel insignificant.

They feel like the can’t avoid nudging in my journey in writing and in art.

Deadlines and expiration dates, a place that’s not working when people ask

where can I find your art?

And I’m so unskilled when it comes to technology.

Plus, I’m not rich.

I am leaning in to 2020 with the awareness of the need to be more visible.

More confident…a little less quiet?

To take myself seriously.

To understand that’s not pride; but, it is that same surrender.

Surrender, the word you keep circling in your journal.

Surrender and acceptance of God’s call for me to continue.

Create art and words that tell redemption’s story.

Emanate from the mercy you’ve been shown while making others curious over God.

Curious over mercy.


I could use some.

Stick with WordPress and try again to make it a place for art and words?

Switch to just basic WordPress, no art, no buying, just blogging about God and love and small things?

Create a separate and clean space for art, commissions, engagement?


I read or heard last week or the one before and I’m believing it:

To be an artist or any creative you must take your creativity seriously.

I’ll add my takeaway.

Others knew you when art or writing were just “hobbies” or eccentricities of you, you deep, you, inside your head too much. Many still believe this is true. Don’t be sidelined or offended.

Take your art seriously. Others will eventually. Often it’s strangers who believe most in you, the you you’re becoming.

If you’re one of my strangers, allow me to make this my Merry Christmas and Happy New decade and year to you!

Thank you!

Thank you for helping me continue!

I hope you do too.

Art and My Word

Art, bravery, courage, Faith, grace, New Years Day, rest, Stillness, Trust, Vulnerability, wonder

May we all have more of what feeds our soul. Find ourselves in that place that calls us back and we lose track of time.

May we have the love of those who love us and leave us there, alone.

Because they love so well the we we are when we’ve been in that place that causes us to be us, they’ve learned we are better from being there.

Happiest of New Years to all my followers as I’ve decided “still” is my word and my place.

And tonight, at midnight I’ll add some color and I’ll begin or complete some paragraphs.

And then I will pray before sleep.

I want to be doing what I want to be doin’ all year.

Because like greens and black eyed peas, cornbread and pork on tomorrow, I believe and am all in for tradition and I’m so very much anticipating what God will do when I finally get better at being still.

Crazy how exciting stillness can be.

Happy New Year, ya’ll!

May you surely know more clearly our God who loves us so.


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Acknowledge what I’ve been given instead of longing for what I lost, felt I lost out on.



  1. firm determination to do something:
    “she received information that strengthened her resolve”

Pray more.

Trust more.

Love more.

Learn more about God and me.

Keep them all.

“Keep the faith, finish the course. ”  2 Timothy  4:7

Thank you, Paul, for your part in the story.

Sometimes I think I’m either the most simple minded of people on earth or the most complicated of minds incapable of rest.

I’m a contrast of contentment in the gift of lamplight on morning devotion; I yearn for solitude, rarely am I lonely.

Yet, the thoughts I conjure up, I’m unable to contain. Been called “deep”, been thanked for my deep thoughts.

On this day, the last of 2016, there’s a loud huffy sigh, bemoaning the disdain of its days. I don’t think I’ve ever lived a year that many feel as if we’ve all walked around either on eggshells or avoiding land mines. Negativity, pessimism and a tendency to grieve people we’ve never known, to align ourselves with the distress that we’ve never experienced and probably never will.

Tomorrow, not an unveiling of newness, other than number, a new set of hours making a day. But, there is a trend towards thinking it might be good, might be better.

My only aspiration is to step towards the things I’ve let fade, linger too long.

The treasure, closer and closer to the place of boxing up and storing on the top shelf of my closet, nothing more than idea and season.

This morning I read of Paul and his encounter with a rich man, a man whose possessions meant more than his days.

Measured his wealth, decided it was too risky to trade in for his soul.

I  have never known wealth, have lived an unexpectant life.  I’ve coveted the lives of others, longed for their pretty things.

Wasteful times and thoughts those have been.

Finally, I’m beginning to cherish the beautiful enough.

I’m thrilled by the smallest of unvalued and the immeasurably valuable things.


Lessons, memories, stories, connections.

Seeing, feeling, knowing Gods hand on the course my life.

Dogs, I learned to love them in 2016.

Life, I learned to accept it, daily.

My people, I learned to love them with open hands, not tightly clutched grasp of apprehension.

Thank you, God.

Crazy chances taken, wasted saving graces and Lord knows I’m beginning to see why I made it through.

I’m finally finishing a book I should’ve never set aside. I’m rereading it now, underlining bedside.

Paul and Jesus, themes of wealth, struggle, integrity, times living “on fire”, times of dull flame, finally, more times of staying the mental course that brings good to days. The little book ends with “Ten Vows of Success”

“He who suffers, remembers.”   Og Mandino

 “I will bathe my days in the golden glow of enthusiasm. In that bright glow will I be able to see, for the first time, all the good things in life that were concealed from me during those years of futility.

Just as a young lover has a finer sense and more acute vision and sees, in the object of his affection, a hundred virtues and charms invisible to all other eyes, so will I, imbued with enthusiasm, have my power of perception heightened and my vision magnified until I can see the beauty and charm others cannot discern which can compensate for large loads of drudgery, deprivation, hardship, and even persecution.

With enthusiasm I can make the best of any situation and should I stumble now and then, as even the most talented will do on occasions, I will pick myself up and go on with my life.  

Always will I bathe my days in the golden glow of enthusiasm.” Part II The End of the Story, The Greatest Salesman in the World by Og Mandino

This little book, a recommended read from my son and a very wise friend, Ray Visotski.

Happy New Day tomorrow…that just happens to be the first of a New Year!

Acknowledge what you’ve been given instead of what you’ve lost or lack, Lisa.


Bathe your days in enthusiasm, sunsets, dogs,

God, faith and hope

and love.