Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Chatty found me in Birmingham!

Interesting March flavors. I tasted Guinness... let's just say it's much better as a drink.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

LB took me to this great little place for brunch after our long walk.
Laura Beth
The cups and saucers were handpainted.
Brunch
We sat outside but inside was set up like a taste of Europe.
Here comes the bride.

Mr. & Mrs. Powell
LBT & Me
Yang & Me

Her parents bought her this veil in France a few years ago before she had even met Chris. Absolutely stunning!!!
Off to Chatty for their first night.
I snapped this from LB's sunroof as we drove home after the wedding. I was on a high. It was 74 degrees and beautiful. The weekend away was refreshing to my soul. It was a treat to be in the South again. People who you don't know actually smile as you go by. Thanks for hosting me, LB. You're welcome in Philly anytime.
Friday, March 02, 2007
Marissa and I first met through World Harvest at LEAP 2005. (http://whm.org/go/vision-trips/london) She came through Assessment & Orientation (A&O) in December. She did her undergrad in art at Westmont and then got her masters at Boston University in fine art in studio teaching. Check out her artwork online. http://www.zhibit.org/msheaman Excellent drawings, Marisssa!Wednesday, February 28, 2007
You know how you can be reading your friend's blog and they a link to their friend's blog and suddenly you find yourself reading blogs of people you don't even know? This happened to be today as I was reading Amy Smith's blog. She had a link to her friend Natalee's blog. I have no idea who Natalee is but her entry titled "Aromatherapy" ministered to my heart and soul this afternoon. Enjoy- soak it in...
Aromatherapy
"For we are to God the aroma of Christ." 2 Corinthians 2:15
It was like a shot of adrenaline to read this the other day. I've read it many times, but something different happened that day.
It sunk it. A light came on. The Spirit breathed life into it.
I can't believe that I don't have to go around "striving" to be the aroma of Christ. I am. I already am. That is what Jesus did on the cross. He took away my stench, my rot, and instead when the Father sees me, He smells...inhales Jesus....
Like lavender, or night jasmine or bbq or garlic in wine and butter...but better, so much better.
I'm nothing short of lovely. Perfect. Miraculous. That's what Jesus did. He made an exchange. Him for me. Who He is for who I am.
What would it look like if I actually started believing this? Living like this is true. Like I have nothing to prove. What if I started dealing in the reality that there is a God and His relationship with me is one of Father. Friend. Dare I say, confidant, even?
Maybe it would be ok to feel pain. To heal. To not go around providing for myself. Maybe I wouldn't care what my house looked like. Maybe I would tithe more. My money worries would begin to melt. Maybe I would start praying for the house that I can't afford downtown because He can do that. Maybe I wouldn't clean as often or feel the need to read parenting books. Or maybe at times I would clean more often. Maybe I would buy that lavender fabric softener that is a bit more expensive or maybe I'd wait because He'd give me something better because He made me to like lavender fabric softener and He cares about that. Maybe I would quit my Bible study. Maybe I would never darken the doors of Wal-mart again. Perhaps I would seek first His kingdom because I desperately want others to experience His extravagance. Or maybe I would stand up for all of us mothers who get handed mothering "to do" lists and only get challenged to be "mothers" and nothing else by some. Maybe I would love and engage those people who tell me that instead of being synical. Perhaps I would start wearing pointy toed shoes occasionally and care to be feminine and beautiful. I might start to paint. Or not feel guilty that I'm not painting. Maybe I'd get over myself and put Abe in short-alls because I'm in Greenville. Music would be better. I'd probably laugh more. Or be ok when I'm not laughing.
Overall, resting in this Jesus...is better. Much better. I was able to rest today. And if He can do that for me...an anxious, fearful, disbelieving, guilty ridden woman...
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
The snow in Philly has pretty much melted. It's always pretty the first few days but then it turns into dirty slush mixed with ice. Dangerous combination. This is a picture of our house.
This afternoon I am at my favorite coffee shop in Chestnut Hill working on my finances. I haven't done budget maintenance for a quite a while so I'm tackling in one afternoon.
Hope whoever is reading this has a good weekend.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Matthew, a friend and co-worker posted a sweet Valentine to his wife on her blog this morning.
"Amy, you are my pink. Will you keep marrying me every morning? I promise to keep you filled with coffee and give you something to be passionate about. Even if it means being passionately annoyed!"
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007

Geocaching
Tammy and I did a tour of small, neighborhood Philly parks. We found 6 out of 8 caches. It was fun to discover parks I'd never been to before. In this adult treasure hunt called Geocaching, the point it to find a hidden objects by using your GPS.
One of the caches was hidden at the Rodin museum in the art district of Philly. Unfortunately, we didn't find it. But we found the statue that reminds me of my dad. He had bookends of Rodin's The Thinker. It's one of the most famous parts of the larger art piece call Gates of Hell.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
I've never done this before but a new friend of mine loves it. We're going to look for treasures in the art district of Philly using her GPS. Check out the history of geocaching:
http://www.geocaching.com/about/history.aspx




















