My Teeny Tiny David

david  This is my drawing of Michelangelo’s David.  I hung it in one of the hallways in my house.  During a recent visit from friends and family, a couple of my family members extended generous compliments and praise over my interpretation.  I was excited that they even recognized who it was, and that my attempt to recreate something came through with familiarity.  However, if I placed this charcoal covered printer paper next to the original sculpture, I would hardly imagine it would get any attention at all.

My sister, Jessica, traveled to Italy last year and her comments included something like this, “I could have stood there all day if my friend didn’t want to leave”.  WOW!  Could you imagine standing in front of anything for THAT long?  It must be quite remarkable!  As much as I long to see it one day, she must have really been able to see more than I would expect.  Her stories make me want to face one of my biggest fears and fly across the ocean to get some understanding of what is so captivating!

In August last Summer, I traveled to St. Augustine, Florida.  Jeff, Mackenzie, my Mom and I all got the privilege of dwarfing ourselves against an exact replica.  The plaque bragged of it’s being 1 of only 2 in the world that came from the exact quarry that the original’s marble was found.  It was built in exact specs, and Ripley’s Believe it or Not Museum was displaying David modestly in the bushes.  They had to place the statue out of view from the streets, because this sculpture was causing accidents on the main road!  If the replica is this astonishing, the original must really stop people in their tracks! DSC07355

While driving down the interstate one day, I began thinking about these things.  As a Christian, I can give my very best explanation of Christ.  His beauty.  His depth.  But, no matter how articulate I am or how talented I am at painting a picture of Him, there are no words or medium that can express what someone experiences when they stand before Him themselves.

So, for all you that find Christians repulsive…  Just remember- these are our million 8 1/2 x 11 inch computer paper interpretations of a One-of-a-Kind 14.2 x 17 ft Magnum Opus!  Our human flaws and judgement could be your plane ride over the ocean.  We have kept you from the experience of your life, and we are sorry that we have failed you.  So, Please… Go!!!  See for yourself!  It is way more amazing than we can ever duplicate!  Maybe, with new and increasing amounts of experiences- we can make our “Davids” bigger and better and show the discouraged who Christ TRULY is to this World!

 

“I’ve Got My Tight Pants On!”

Yes, I realize the song is probably going through your head right now.  Hopefully it brings a smile with it as you mentally picture Jimmy Fallon and Will Ferrell singing and dancing in their tight, white pants.

1336749297165.cachedIt makes me smile… well, as long as I’m thinking about them.

If I stop and think about myself and how MY pants are getting tighter (again), it makes me hope everyone is not talking about them!  Of course that’s being completely self-absorbed, isn’t it?  I don’t want to worry about whether people think my pants are too tight… whether they’re too lose… or even if they’re just right… I just want to be COMFORTABLE in them.

And by saying that, I really mean I want to be comfortable being ME.  For far too long (and by that, I mean basically the majority of my 34 years of life), I’ve worried about what others think about me.  Worrying about things like the following (they’re not necessarily in any particular order and also don’t cover all of my insecurities, but you’ll get the point): my weight, appearance, intellect, creativity or lack thereof, ability to relate to others, ability to express myself, whether I’m being a good wife/mom/daughter/sister/teacher/friend/Christian, etc. or just being “successful” in life overall.

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