On the day of my Grandpa’s funeral, I was 1,200 miles away in a garage painting his likeness from the one photo I had, which I later misplaced. It was a grainy photo taken some ten years previous outside my childhood home. I never got to know him, well. But my Grandpa had an infectiousContinue reading “And then this happens…”
Author Archives: Bethany Jaine Bredeson
I am an artist. Part of that definition is my mode of communication. I think visually. Sometimes, I want to communicate and my mind only sends pictures. I struggle to translate those images into words, occasionally. So, I've decided to start talking. But, I must acknowledge that for me to speak requires a visual outlet, as well as the verbal. Additionally, there must be play. So, I am blogging to speak and to play.
Night
While in darkness, I strive.
Thank you for your color
I love watching the fading hues, one into another, and seeing the texture change the brick under the paint.
“Consider the Lilies”
Matthew 6:25-34 “25 “For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds ofContinue reading ““Consider the Lilies””
Countdown
Beginning, transitioning,into the unknownyesterday behind usI’m holding my breath.Are you?Looking up, the sun is bright:hope remains.Am I overwhelmed with anticipation, joyfulor fearfuleither way.
Trust in God…
This little book by W.E.B. has travelled with me since high school. I love reading new descriptions of the gospel’s declaration of grace as a method to pleasing God. So often, I feel like I need to be better. What I need to be better at is sometimes told to me by society: health, physique,Continue reading “Trust in God…”
Foundation
Why start with worship? There are times when we can’t feel His presence. Worship points our attention to Him. What we focus on maters to how we respond, emotionally and behaviorally, to circumstances. The Saints are distinguished by their response to circumstance, both tragic and traumatic, to submit that, while they weep in bitter anguish,Continue reading “Foundation”
Making Sangria 