For the past few months, I've been a part of an awesome community service project called Create. We meet every other Thursday at the Manter House – a beautiful, yellow house in the middle of the roughest neighborhood in Anderson – and we host games and art projects for all the kids who live nearby.
Today, sadly, was one of our last days for this school year. We played tag, cut out a bunch of paper transformer masks for the kids to wear, and started making word-stencils for one of our biggest pieces of art yet: a set of paintings listing the four core values that the kids have learned throughout their time at Create. When those are done, we're going to hang them on the walls all over Manter House.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Don't Be Like A Thunderstorm
It's springtime. Long, sunny days roll by in endless repetition. The world comes alive with a fresh new vibrance. New colors, new smells, new sunshine. All is serene, peaceful.
The lakes and rivers twinkle, smiling as the land cannot, like a giant eye moist with ecstacy. Then slowly, imperceptibly, the water turns to gas and rises high into the air where it gathers and waits.
The new sun must take its toll. The earth sweats. The air sighs and heaves, carrying the clouds on its back to shelter the land. But the world is still so happy - children and animals frolic, delighting in this season of beauty. The skies give not a hint of their struggle.
Until, one day in early April, the seams rupture. Suddenly, dark and agry clouds clothe the atmosphere. The great, stoic strength of the sky caves in all at once, and the earth is pelted with tiny water droplets, tinged with the pain of a slighted hero.
The lakes and rivers twinkle, smiling as the land cannot, like a giant eye moist with ecstacy. Then slowly, imperceptibly, the water turns to gas and rises high into the air where it gathers and waits.
The new sun must take its toll. The earth sweats. The air sighs and heaves, carrying the clouds on its back to shelter the land. But the world is still so happy - children and animals frolic, delighting in this season of beauty. The skies give not a hint of their struggle.
Until, one day in early April, the seams rupture. Suddenly, dark and agry clouds clothe the atmosphere. The great, stoic strength of the sky caves in all at once, and the earth is pelted with tiny water droplets, tinged with the pain of a slighted hero.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Means of Self Expression (Why Do I Want To Blog?)
Life has long been taking me down a path of discovering who I am, what my talents are, where my weakness lies, what to do with my talents and weaknesses, etc. Lately God has put me in contact with many people who have helped me take tremendous leaps and bounds toward that goal.
I love it when people speak prophetic words over me (who doesn't!). It helps me shape a picture of what God wants from me in the present moment. Please allow me to give a couple quick examples before getting to the point.
I love it when people speak prophetic words over me (who doesn't!). It helps me shape a picture of what God wants from me in the present moment. Please allow me to give a couple quick examples before getting to the point.
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