The phrase, “But For The Grace” is one I use often to sign my works of pottery. It’s a phrase I mutter to myself daily, in situations as they arise. But what does it mean? To me the words, “But For the Grace” are a humble prayer of thanks, a reminder to myself of who I am and who I belong to. On days when I find myself out of control emotionally or angry at some one, “But For the Grace” is an instant attitude check. On days and moments of pride or materialistic greed, it is a humbling reminder of what really matters. When I find myself growing frustrated or even repulsed by the ignorance I see displayed in my fellow man, it is a reminder. But For The Grace I am nothing. I am ignorant and prideful. I am greedy and quick to anger. I am judgmental and mean-spirited. I am thoughtless and selfish. I am concerned with and swayed by the lusts of the flesh and of popular culture. But For The Grace, I am all of these things, all of the time. If not for the live-giving Grace of my Savior, I am all of these things all of the time and without hope of changing. A slave to the flesh, But For The Grace. There are moments when the full weight of what grace means hits me and I am brought to my knees. I am nothing, but for the grace. But For The Grace of God, I have a hope and a future. I was saved by grace that day, my sins wiped clean. My sins are wiped clean daily, by the undeserved Grace and blood of my Savior, Jesus Christ. I am aware of and repulsed by my own sin, because of grace. I am learning to be better and kinder because of His grace. He started a life-changing work in me that day He opened my eyes at the age of 11. To explain it in a way that does it any justice is impossible. I will never forget the way I felt that day I gave my life to Him. I wasn’t paying attention that day in church. I was being a silly 11 year old kid, doodling on the church bulletin. The visiting pastor gave a sermon on the reaping of the wheat and the tare, to symbolize Christ reaping those that belong to him. He asked the congregation to ask themselves one question, are you wheat or are you tare? Such a simple question. I couldn’t answer it honestly. Boom. I was raised by two Christian parents, who were raised by Christian parents. God and Jesus was spoke about daily in our home. I could recite verse after verse after verse and yet, up until that moment it never occurred to me whether or not I belonged to him. I gave my life to Christ that day and he washed my soul clean of every sin. The Holy Spirit filled my heart and my mind and my soul in that moment and on that day. In the blink of an eye, I was His child. I have recently downloaded Lauren Daigle’s “How Can It Be” and I can’t stop listening. The simple lyrics of this song are a prayer for me. One of the things I love so much about music is its ability to say the things I feel and experience in a way I can’t always articulate on my own. “How Can It Be” is one of those songs for me. If I had to choose one song to explain how I feel about what my Savior has done for me, it would be this song.

I am guilty
Ashamed of what I’ve done, what I’ve become
These hands are dirty
I dare not lift them up to the Holy one

You plead my cause
You right my wrongs
You brake my chains
You overcome
You gave Your life
To give me mine
You say that I am free
How can it be
How can it be

I’ve been hiding
Afraid I’ve let you down, inside I doubt
That You still love me
But in Your eyes there’s only grace now

You plead my cause
You right my wrongs
You brake my chains
You overcome
You gave Your life
To give me mine
You say that I am free
How can it be
How can it be

Though I fall, You can make me new
From this death I will rise with You
Oh the grace reaching out for me
How can it be
How can it be

You plead my cause
You right my wrongs
You brake my chains
You overcome
You gave Your life
To give me mine
You say that I am free

You plead my cause
You right my wrongs
You brake my chains
You overcome
You gave Your life
To give me mine
You say that I am free
How can it be
How can it be

Ephesians 2:8-9
8 For by grace you have been saved through faith; and [a]that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; 9 not as a result of works, so that no one may boast.



Wow. Who’s the biggest blogging slacker in the history of bloggers? ::Raises hand:: Sorry y’all. How have I been over the last SIX MONTHS you ask? Life is great, I really can’t complain. I have been a busy little bee, working hard and finding new artistic loves. Ceramics have taken over my free time. I find myself daydreaming about my wheel. I am obsessed with glazes and mud tools. I physically miss the feel of clay under my hands during the day. What can I say? I’m addicted to this new love of mine, ceramics. Our city has a wonderful art resource for all ages and levels of expertise. One of the many classes they offer is beginning ceramics. I enrolled just after the first of the year and have been in love ever since. I had a rough start, lots of lumpy, goofy pots, but I’ve loved it from my first class. I had the privilege of taking group pottery lessons with my cousins and siblings as a small child from the legendary, D.X. Gordy. I remember being fascinated by all that is ceramics even as a small child, but like with most things in life, life just got in the way of my pursuit of it over the years. I took 12 weeks of classes in a group setting and have taken off with it. I am by no means an expert in any capacity, but I am improving and learning every day. I’m making pieces these days that are useful and beautiful and that I’m proud of. It is an incredible feeling to sip a hot cup of coffee from a mug you created from a ball of clay. It is such a rewarding passion, pottery. I purchased my very own wheel a few months back and have enjoyed practicing at home, when I can’t make it to the studio. I’ve come a long, LOOOOONG way since that first night in class in the studio and I still have SO MUCH to learn. I am excited and thankful to have stumbled into this new passion of mine.

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Life outside of the studio is wonderful as well. My wonderful husband just added a HUGE deck off of the back of our house. I know we will enjoy having the added space and the entertaining opportunities more space brings. I foresee myself spending many an evening reading out under the stars on our new deck. The business is so busy. SO. BUSY. We are incredibly thankful to be busy, but it can be a bit exhausting keeping up with everything. I am a proud sister, as my “little” brother will be graduating from the police academy in just a couple of weeks. He has been one of my closest friends, my confidant & my partner in crime since infancy and I couldn’t be prouder of him. I am so excited to see what God has in store for this exciting season of his life. He’s an incredible person and I am thankful he has found something he will enjoy making a living at. My sister gave birth to her fourth little one the end of April. My newest niece is precious and a joy to know. Life is great. We’ve recently returned from visiting family on my husband’s side of the family. Our nephew on his side just turned one and is absolutely precious. We had a great few days of seeing his mom, stepdad, two sisters and their families. We are blessed with great families on both sides. All of the furry kids are well, thankfully and adorable as usual. Stay tuned for updated biographies of our little ‘furry family’. I know, I know, I always say that. I promise, I am typing it as soon as I finish here. :)

Well, I need to go switch the laundry and get ready for a brand new week. I am thankful for a new week, a new chance to get it right, make it count. Until next time, y’all.



Hagrid I should not have said that!

I warned you. I warned you of my tendency to quote/embed bits of HP in everything.

Do you have those moments where you instantly regret something you’ve said? Those absolute, “foot in mouth” moments, were you feel horrible, or ashamed, or horrible and ashamed over something you’ve said to or about someone or a situation? I know for me, those moments happen far too often and I am left completely frustrated with myself for not exercising better judgment. Words, once said can not be taken back, they can only be forgiven.  Speaking too much or jumping to conclusions about someone or a situation is a sin I struggle with daily. I try to do the right thing. I pray, asking for the wisdom to know when and what to say. I pray for the will power to resist those moments when I just want to spout off, hurling verbal daggers at someone that’s hurt me or annoyed me. I have good days and I have bad days, but I’m trying. I fall and I backslide, but I am striving.

I saw something in Hobby Lobby the other day that really spoke to my heart. It was painted on a perfectly distressed piece of wood and read, “Grace is when God gives us what we don’t deserve and Mercy is when he doesn’t”. I spend entirely too much time in Hobby Lobby and once I go, it’s hard for me to leave, but I can remember how that simple sign stopped me in my tracks. How often has God shown mercy on me and the choices that I’ve made? How often has he forgiven me for speaking harshly towards my husband? About a coworker or family members? To count the number of times he has extended grace and forgiveness to me would be impossible. Knowing this and holding this fact close to my heart, is the only thing that enables me to stop myself before I hurt someone with my poorly thought out choice of words or my snap judgments. I fail at this daily, but I’m getting better. Does anyone have any thoughts to add? Does anyone reading struggle with this problem? What techniques or methods have you instilled in your daily life to overcome the temptation to speak before thinking, before gossiping?

Proverbs 11:13 Whoever goes about slandering reveals secrets, but he who is trustworthy in spirit keeps a thing covered.


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