Are you looking for something special for that precious little one this holiday season? Take a look at some of the creations Sissy has crocheted. If you are interested in commissioning her to whip something up for you, here is Sissy’s contact info.


There is a children’s book titled Zoom, written by Istvan Banyai, which I used in my fourth grade classroom. There are no words, just pictures. What makes this book so fascinating is its perspective. That’s all I’m gonna’ say about it. Don’t want to spoil the story for you.

Perspective is defined as a particular attitude toward, or way of regarding something; a point of view. It is the capacity to view things in their true relations or relative importance.

Because Pilot is an artist, his first definition for perspective would probably be the technique or process of representing on a plane or curved surface the spatial relation of objects as they might appear to the eye; specifically : representation in a drawing or painting of parallel lines as converging in order to give the illusion of depth and distance.


My definition? Point of View. Who’s telling the story? 

Have you ever misplaced something? Oh, yeah. All the time. Something I’m learning to do when things go missing, is to change my altitude. (That’s not a typo.) Look at things from a different angle. Get my eye level with the floor. Change my point of view. Of course, there are times when no matter what I do, I cannot find the missing object. That’s when my belief in The Borrowers is renewed.

Among the many stories in the Bible about perspective that I love, is the story of Mary of Bethany anointing Jesus. She broke her jar of expensive perfume, about a year’s wages worth, and poured it on Jesus’ head. Some of those present said it was a waste of good money that could be used in better ways. Jesus, however, set them straight. He showed them the correct point of view.

Altering my perspective needs to go beyond looking for things I’ve misplaced. It needs to translate to the way I view the people and situations around me. Like me, have you ever come at something, or someone, with a set point of view? What happens when you receive more information? Does your perspective change? More times than not, mine does. We should be willing for God to alter our perspective, and make decisions based on his truth.

What are your thoughts on the subject?

But Jesus said, “Let her alone. Why are you giving her a hard time? She has just done something wonderfully significant for me. You will have the poor with you every day for the rest of your lives. Whenever you feel like it, you can do something for them. Not so with me. She did what she could when she could—she pre-anointed my body for burial. And you can be sure that wherever in the whole world the Message is preached, what she just did is going to be talked about admiringly.” Mark 14:6-9 (MSG)

I wish you well.



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New Creation in Christ

Just like the children’s song my son, Pie, sang when he was in elementary school, He’s Still Working on Me, in the musical, Down By the Creek Bank, God made it very evident to me recently that He still has lots of work to do on my attitude.

Two names from my past surfaced, courtesy of the internet, and less than gracious thoughts flashed through my mind regarding each of these women. “If people only knew them like I know them. Hurumph! Why, I’ve known them for decades.”

Fortunately, God did not allow me to travel down that path  too long before He jerked me to my senses.

Oh? And what would they say about the person you were when they knew you decades ago? He seemed to ask.

Well, that’s not who I am now. I’ve changed. I’ve grown. I’ve matured. I stammered back.

Don’t you think it’s possible these two have changed, grown, and matured? After all, you haven’t had any contact with them for a long time. You really do not know who they are.


It was hard for the apostle Paul to prove to the other apostles he had changed. He was a new creation. He was no longer out to destroy Christians.

Like Paul, I’m grateful to be a new creation in Christ. Saved by Jesus’ precious shed blood on the cross of Calvary. I’m grateful God does not treat me as my sins deserve. I’m grateful I am God’s beloved. So, why do I forget others are also new creations in Christ, bought with the same precious blood and beloved just as much as me?

Jesus continues to give each of us second chances. Repeatedly. Shouldn’t we give others the benefit of the doubt and realize the past is past and embrace the transformation for the better in others? I know I sure better.

Anyone you need to look at through new eyes and accept as a new creation?

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Because of this decision we don’t evaluate people by what they have or how they look. We looked at the Messiah that way once and got it all wrong, as you know. We certainly don’t look at him that way anymore. Now we look inside, and what we see is that anyone united with the Messiah gets a fresh start, is created new. The old life is gone; a new life burgeons! Look at it! All this comes from the God who settled the relationship between us and him, and then called us to settle our relationships with each other. God put the world square with himself through the Messiah, giving the world a fresh start by offering forgiveness of sins. God has given us the task of telling everyone what he is doing. We’re Christ’s representatives. God uses us to persuade men and women to drop their differences and enter into God’s work of making things right between them. We’re speaking for Christ himself now: Become friends with God; he’s already a friend with you.

2 Corinthians 5:16-17  The Message

I wish you well.


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What’s Your Passion?

What are you passionate about? What have you spent time studying? Perfecting? Enjoying?

Pilot can tell from the sound of an engine, what kind of plane is overhead. Once the plane is in view, he can tell you pretty much, everything there is to know about it. He’s passionate about planes, and flying.

Me? I hear the same engine whine. I look up. Two wings? Larger than a bird? It’s a plane! (Now, let an Apache chopper fly over, and I can definitely identify that bad boy by it’s sound, and sight.)

Pilot can pick up an instrument and teach himself to play it rather quickly. No problem.


Me? I took piano lessons in elementary and junior high school. The day my instructor handed me one of Mozart’s masterpieces, you know, the ones where the left hand and the right are playing two completely different songs, I begged my parents not to force me to go back. Much to my piano teacher’s great relief, I am sure.

Now, both Sissy, and Butter played in their school bands. My dad played in the Navy’s band as it marched across the Oakland Bay Bridge, the day the bridge opened. Musical talent abounds. It just got all used up before I was born.

I have a heart for mission work, and contemplated becoming a foreign missionary. That is, until I took two years of Spanish in high school and two semesters in college. I realized I am not a linguist. Yo no hablo Espanol.

So what am I passionate about? What do I have a spark for? A light? A shot to the heart?

There are several things, but if I was forced to choose one, besides my passion for Jesus, it would have to be writing. Writing is something I have enjoyed, loved, and created since I was a wee lass. Writing is something I believe God has placed inside me. I believe it is something he wants to use for his purposes and glory.

Sometimes, we humans falsely believe we are the ones who choose what we will like to do. Be good at. Enjoy doing. Have a passion for. But, to my way of thinking, we’ve got it backwards.

God is the one who knit us together in our mother’s womb. (Psalm 139) He is the one who placed the passion, the desire, the ability, inside us, to accomplish what he wants to accomplish through us. It is up to us to pursue that passion, or not.

I can’t identify planes like Pilot, or play an instrument like my dad. I can’t converse in any language except English. But God didn’t put those things in me. I am not going to moan about what I cannot do. I am going to celebrate what I can, and work at it with all my heart.


So, I ask you again. What’s your passion? What would you feel lost without pursuing? Figure that out, and go after it. Because you know what? That’s what God designed you to be passionate about. That’s what he created you to do.

For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.  Ephesians 2:10


I wish you well.


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