FIVE IN THE POTTER'S HAND
Friday, June 6, 2008
Weaving....
Today I just read a post from we are THAT family (go to Friday's post "God Sees" for the story), which I just had to link to and share. All I can say is that the Master weaves a beautiful masterpiece! May you be inspired to touch someone else today!
With Purpose
The Vessel
With careful hands You carved me from nothing
Created to hold Indescribable Beauty
Out of common clay, my life You molded
Purposed to reveal Your Holy Glory
Why would You choose; knowing all of my impurities?
Why would You wait for clay so cold
To capture the warmth and vibrance of Your love?
What compelled You to let me house Your mercy
As You lovingly anointed me with His Blood?
Purified and sanctified, now I glow with Your presence.
As one redeemed, I shine forth Your justice.
A vessel born of grace, called to bear Your love.
Copyright 2005 J.N. Gallegos
With careful hands You carved me from nothing
Created to hold Indescribable Beauty
Out of common clay, my life You molded
Purposed to reveal Your Holy Glory
Why would You choose; knowing all of my impurities?
Why would You wait for clay so cold
To capture the warmth and vibrance of Your love?
What compelled You to let me house Your mercy
As You lovingly anointed me with His Blood?
Purified and sanctified, now I glow with Your presence.
As one redeemed, I shine forth Your justice.
A vessel born of grace, called to bear Your love.
Copyright 2005 J.N. Gallegos
Baby Steps..
This was written a little over four months after Mr. Independent was born. Babies are such great inspiration!
Eternity is held within your gaze
Bright eyes turned above
Heaven's wonder shown in many ways.
My child, my gift, my love.
Copyright 2005 J. N. Gallegos
I compose this for my firstborn as I watched him drift off to dreamland one day...
Sitting here watching him sleep
Still small and dependent on me
Deep brown eyes, closing slowly
I wonder what he sees in me?
Tiny fingers clutching dreams
Little ears listening to my heartbeat.
Copyright 2002 J.N. Gallegos
Eternity is held within your gaze
Bright eyes turned above
Heaven's wonder shown in many ways.
My child, my gift, my love.
Copyright 2005 J. N. Gallegos
I compose this for my firstborn as I watched him drift off to dreamland one day...
Sitting here watching him sleep
Still small and dependent on me
Deep brown eyes, closing slowly
I wonder what he sees in me?
Tiny fingers clutching dreams
Little ears listening to my heartbeat.
Copyright 2002 J.N. Gallegos
Flashback
As I was sorting through the disorganized mess of my writing portfolio (read: very small three-ring binder chockful of miscellaneous scribblings), I came across this...and I decided to share it.
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August 3, 2005 7:20 pm (Don't you like how I put down the time...neurotic!)
Tonight marks the genesis of my part-time career (excuse me while I go guffaw and snort)...(ok, I'm back again) as a writer. I find it rather amusing that I should even pretend to call myself a writer, but so it stands. A writer is someone who writes. Plain and simple. People would have this vocation become comlplex and forget the simplicity of putting pen to paper.
I, J.N. Gallegos, am a writer even if I never publish a single word or earn a cent for my work. I am a writer because it is a part of me. Writing is how I express myself best and most honestly. I am a writer because I see life as words, phrases, sentences and paragraphs. I am a writer because I write.
Long have I denied my most innate ability. I set it aside to pursue something more concrete (marriage and children..it doesn't get anymore concrete than that...lol!) And now as I stand with that dream realized, the desire and urge springs anew. It is time to write again, but now with a defined purpose. I am not so foolish as to suppose I can simply begin and have my work known. My writing muscles are grossly underused and weak. First I must strengthen them and then tone them. Perfecting my skill and finding my voice, yet once again. All of this will take time and this time must be allowed to pass. Patience and persistence shall be my watchwords.
Whether or not my writing will become good enough to be published is something that only God knows. And yet, strangely I feel Him smiling as I write the words. Why shouldn't He bless my talent, for He was the One Who gave it!
Tonight after many years, I find my voice and speak.
As I read my declaration, a sense of insignificance fills me. The feeling of breathlessness accompanies it. Yet mingled with these feelings is a "knowing" that this is what I have been called to. For so long I have ignored this calling and despised the gift I have been given. Oh God, forgive my casual attitude and ungrateful heart! I want to write what You would have me write. Let Your creativity touch my spirit as I embark on this journey to which You have brought me. Let me not grieve you any longer by neglecting this gift within me. Amen, so be it.
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Fast forward three years later...
What a lovely statement, but I cringe as I say that I have done nothing to make it come to pass. It was only the beginning of this year that I started my blog. The reason for its conception? An outlet for my writing and a place to stretch those creative writing skill muscles. Can you see my authorly biceps yet? However, I have immensely enjoyed coming to this humble blog and putting my thoughts down. I guess it is cathartic for a scrapbook impaired gal such as myself...lol! I like to think of this blog as my verbal scrapbook.
As I reread the above statement, I remember that failure is just strengthening you muscles for success...perhaps I have not completely failed in my quest as a writer!
And so dear readers, I begin the journey anew...
"There are no amateurs in freelance writing; there are only writers who haven't been published yet."
-Anonymous
"Write out of love, write out of instinct, write out of reason. But always for money."
-Louis Untermeyer
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August 3, 2005 7:20 pm (Don't you like how I put down the time...neurotic!)
Tonight marks the genesis of my part-time career (excuse me while I go guffaw and snort)...(ok, I'm back again) as a writer. I find it rather amusing that I should even pretend to call myself a writer, but so it stands. A writer is someone who writes. Plain and simple. People would have this vocation become comlplex and forget the simplicity of putting pen to paper.
I, J.N. Gallegos, am a writer even if I never publish a single word or earn a cent for my work. I am a writer because it is a part of me. Writing is how I express myself best and most honestly. I am a writer because I see life as words, phrases, sentences and paragraphs. I am a writer because I write.
Long have I denied my most innate ability. I set it aside to pursue something more concrete (marriage and children..it doesn't get anymore concrete than that...lol!) And now as I stand with that dream realized, the desire and urge springs anew. It is time to write again, but now with a defined purpose. I am not so foolish as to suppose I can simply begin and have my work known. My writing muscles are grossly underused and weak. First I must strengthen them and then tone them. Perfecting my skill and finding my voice, yet once again. All of this will take time and this time must be allowed to pass. Patience and persistence shall be my watchwords.
Whether or not my writing will become good enough to be published is something that only God knows. And yet, strangely I feel Him smiling as I write the words. Why shouldn't He bless my talent, for He was the One Who gave it!
Tonight after many years, I find my voice and speak.
As I read my declaration, a sense of insignificance fills me. The feeling of breathlessness accompanies it. Yet mingled with these feelings is a "knowing" that this is what I have been called to. For so long I have ignored this calling and despised the gift I have been given. Oh God, forgive my casual attitude and ungrateful heart! I want to write what You would have me write. Let Your creativity touch my spirit as I embark on this journey to which You have brought me. Let me not grieve you any longer by neglecting this gift within me. Amen, so be it.
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Fast forward three years later...
What a lovely statement, but I cringe as I say that I have done nothing to make it come to pass. It was only the beginning of this year that I started my blog. The reason for its conception? An outlet for my writing and a place to stretch those creative writing skill muscles. Can you see my authorly biceps yet? However, I have immensely enjoyed coming to this humble blog and putting my thoughts down. I guess it is cathartic for a scrapbook impaired gal such as myself...lol! I like to think of this blog as my verbal scrapbook.
As I reread the above statement, I remember that failure is just strengthening you muscles for success...perhaps I have not completely failed in my quest as a writer!
And so dear readers, I begin the journey anew...
"There are no amateurs in freelance writing; there are only writers who haven't been published yet."
-Anonymous
"Write out of love, write out of instinct, write out of reason. But always for money."
-Louis Untermeyer
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Thoughts of Clay
How do you cultivate your child's God-given talent?
With my thoughts on homeschooling and how I want the curriculum to go (curriculum, not necesarily meaning textbooks, but rather a form or schedule of study), I am also compelled to search out how to recognize and harness the God-given creative abilities of my two rambunctious boys. The more I include their natural interests, the more learning will be a pleasure rather than a pain---for them and me! But I really want to pay attention to the talents I see emerging in them. In Mr. Dramatic, the love of storytelling, a beginning love of photography (he got ahold of my digital camera and took some very good self-potraits for a five year-old!), verbal special effects (yes, there are special effects for everything...lol!), the ability to be in constant motion--that is a talent right?, his almost obsessive love of orderliness, and his affinity for drawing. Mr Independent often bursts into song, sometimes he sings known praise and worship, other times he makes up silly songs to sing to his baby sister. He loves to play guitar and drums. He is not obsessive about anything, but is rather the polar opposite of his brother! I can always tell which side of the room is whose...lol! (It reminds me of my sister and I when we shared a room!) Like his brother, Mr. Independent loves to draw. He is also very verbal but he likes to make up different voices for the characters he likes to play. My darling Miss Precious is still too young for me to get a glimpse of her talents. But she does love to giggle!
Both of my boys have an astounding ability to recall events with great detail. But they also share a love of embellishment as well...lol! Not lying, we don't tolerate that in the FITPH household, but shall we say "poetic license" with the recounting? Some of the embellishments they come up with tickle the funny bone! They both share a love for music that permeates everything they do.
I cannot help but wonder what God has planned for Mr. Dramatic and Mr. Independent. It is so awesome to be a part of the molding and shaping process. Such an awesome (and sometimes terrifying) responsibility Mr. Querido and I have been given. Such precious clay we hold in our hands as the Master Potter guides our fingers.
With my thoughts on homeschooling and how I want the curriculum to go (curriculum, not necesarily meaning textbooks, but rather a form or schedule of study), I am also compelled to search out how to recognize and harness the God-given creative abilities of my two rambunctious boys. The more I include their natural interests, the more learning will be a pleasure rather than a pain---for them and me! But I really want to pay attention to the talents I see emerging in them. In Mr. Dramatic, the love of storytelling, a beginning love of photography (he got ahold of my digital camera and took some very good self-potraits for a five year-old!), verbal special effects (yes, there are special effects for everything...lol!), the ability to be in constant motion--that is a talent right?, his almost obsessive love of orderliness, and his affinity for drawing. Mr Independent often bursts into song, sometimes he sings known praise and worship, other times he makes up silly songs to sing to his baby sister. He loves to play guitar and drums. He is not obsessive about anything, but is rather the polar opposite of his brother! I can always tell which side of the room is whose...lol! (It reminds me of my sister and I when we shared a room!) Like his brother, Mr. Independent loves to draw. He is also very verbal but he likes to make up different voices for the characters he likes to play. My darling Miss Precious is still too young for me to get a glimpse of her talents. But she does love to giggle!
Both of my boys have an astounding ability to recall events with great detail. But they also share a love of embellishment as well...lol! Not lying, we don't tolerate that in the FITPH household, but shall we say "poetic license" with the recounting? Some of the embellishments they come up with tickle the funny bone! They both share a love for music that permeates everything they do.
I cannot help but wonder what God has planned for Mr. Dramatic and Mr. Independent. It is so awesome to be a part of the molding and shaping process. Such an awesome (and sometimes terrifying) responsibility Mr. Querido and I have been given. Such precious clay we hold in our hands as the Master Potter guides our fingers.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Gardenin' Angels
The other day, I was discussing God's protection with Mr. Dramatic and Mr. Independent. We were talking about how God is always there for you and He always takes care of you. Also we discussed angels. Guardian angels.
"Gardenin' angels?" Mr. Independent queries.
"Not gardenin' angels, GUARDIAN angels." I correct.
"What's a GAR-dee-yun angel, Mama?" he asks me.
So I proceeded to explain.
(Kids are so cute when they try to make a new vocabulary word fit into the old vocabulary repertoire..lol!)
"Gardenin' angels?" Mr. Independent queries.
"Not gardenin' angels, GUARDIAN angels." I correct.
"What's a GAR-dee-yun angel, Mama?" he asks me.
So I proceeded to explain.
(Kids are so cute when they try to make a new vocabulary word fit into the old vocabulary repertoire..lol!)
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