cedar of lebanon.

Psalm 92:12-15

The righteous will flourish like a palm tree,

they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon;

planted in the house of the LORD,

they will flourish in the courts of our God. 

They will still bear fruit in old age, 

they will stay fresh and green,

proclaiming, "The LORD is upright;

He is my Rock, and there is no wickedness in Him."

everett & lydia & nicholas

What you see below is the fruit of my limited artistic endeavours over the past winter. I didn't have a great deal of free time due to the craziness of transitions and other commitments, but when I could, I worked on these little numbers for my nephews and niece. Last year I experimented with similar name cards for a pair of newly-ish born babies in my clan and enjoyed the brain-stretching experiment so much that I decided to produce some more for the rest of the dear kidlets in the family. Fun!

pastor's wife.

As we're in the middle of the very last semester of seminary (say whaaaaat), Wayne is busier than ever doing pulpit supply for local churches. This means we go to a different church every other week (mostly) and meet lots of new people! This is generally how I feel that I look whilst standing in the lobby waiting for the service to start -- or while awkwardly drinking church coffee out of ridiculously tiny CRC coffee mugs (two gulps and that thing is EMPTY!). Fortunately I don't actually have a glowing sign on my forehead, and I must not really look this semi-panicked because typically people do come say hello. Usually. 

Let's also just take a moment to acknowledge the giant elephant in the room -- This looks nothing like me. I cannot draw self-portraits, and besides my utter lack of patience, I have a feeling it has something to do with the fact that I don't actually look at myself whilst drawing it? Perhaps? Maybe?

Happy Sunday!

panera beaver.

A few months back W & I were sitting in a Panera and I said, "Wayne, what would you do if a giant beaver walked into the Panera, ordered a coffee, and sat down at a table?" 

He responded with raised eyebrows and a confused laugh and a shrug and a look that said, "Suzanne, you are so special to me in so many inexplicable ways." 

I responded by drawing a picture of the beaver on a card so he could more easily understand what's going on in my brain. Communication is such an important part of a good marriage, folks. 

That, and acceptance and tolerance of your spouse's odd imagination.