tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421893586033340825.post5295457287993394077..comments2024-02-16T17:46:55.369-08:00Comments on Power of a Family: I Just ScribbleApril Perryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12798231506799751891noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421893586033340825.post-83161273030762186562010-12-09T15:21:23.818-08:002010-12-09T15:21:23.818-08:00Such great thoughts, Christina and Orianne! I lov...Such great thoughts, Christina and Orianne! I love that focus on the beauty and goodness behind the scribbles. It's so true that all our offerings are "amateur" compared to what God can do, and it's inspiring to remember that He can make even our "scribbles" into something wonderful. Thanks, Ladies!April Perryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12798231506799751891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421893586033340825.post-76240130920592592102010-12-09T04:55:40.188-08:002010-12-09T04:55:40.188-08:00What a beautiful post. I was reading a very conde...What a beautiful post. I was reading a very condescending blog last night, one in which the author, a highly trained musician, was very critical of a church organist's wrong notes. Frankly, it made me angry that she would use her education and training as a mountain from which to look down on others. My mother was a church organist who grew up on a dairy farm in Idaho. Her parents saw to it that she had lessons on the organ at the local Church building and she learned enough to play the hymns. She never got the chance and probably doesn't have the talent for Julliard, but you know what? She filled in a lot over the years because no one else could play the instrument. She was self-conscious about playing because she knew she wasn't the best, but she was willing to do it anyway. <br /><br />I was thinking last night that instead of being critical of other's efforts, we need to encourage them the way we would a child's first hand-drawn love cards to their parents. A writer might cringe at the misspellings, an artist might scoff at the color choices and roughness, but a mother would always react with pride, recognizing the effort and love behind the card.<br /><br />I think all of our offerings are acceptable to God, and to Him, they are all amateur. Even the beautiful music offered by the highly-trained and very talented person who wrote the blog post I disliked is just a child's offering compared to the majesty and works of our God.Handsfullmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17080603359227234634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421893586033340825.post-29670300214919015572010-12-02T01:46:22.767-08:002010-12-02T01:46:22.767-08:00I enjoyed reading this post and your analogy of so...I enjoyed reading this post and your analogy of sometimes feeling like you're a 'scribbler' in life. I happen to think that Life-Scribbling is important; those squiggles and swirls and lines may seem random and directionless, but they all have a purpose, they all are necessary to the process, and they are all somehow connections in our journeys. Sometimes we can see the patterns and those connections clearly on our own and at times we need the Lord's help to make them much more obvious. It is especially in those times of frustration and confusion when I just can't see any clarity that I turn to prayer. My belief in the power of prayer, and my faith that He understands my scribbles is such comfort to me. It's amazing what we see when we look at our scribbles with the heart. Thank you for reminding me.Oriannehttp://www.soulscribbles.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421893586033340825.post-90035162226475619042010-11-08T08:48:50.544-08:002010-11-08T08:48:50.544-08:00Thanks April! I needed to read this today!Thanks April! I needed to read this today!........https://www.blogger.com/profile/00302366839601711160noreply@blogger.com