Something I love, something I hate

Something I love, When my baby brother crawls into my bed one morning and falls asleep in my arms.

Something I hate, When that adorable little boy throws up all over me and my bed...

Very odd morning...

SS catch up

Medium: general pencil

Here is the nearly finished project that I showed on a Sunday Sketch post a while back. All that needs to be done now is some clean up and adding watercolors to it (which I can't do until I get some more paint=)

Also, this is one of few that I actually name... Consider yourself lucky for seeing with a title. I'm very camera shy. =P

Happy Sketching!

who needs sleep anyway?

I mean, really?

Musician watching commencing...

Medium: HB Pencil

About a week back, I went to a Musician's conference in Redmond, Washington. While there for the weekend, I hung out with super awesome music makers and singers. I got to listen to (and watch!) Paul Baloche, Lincoln Brewster, Norm Stockton, Jonathan Lee, Carl Albrecht, Doyle Dykes and Phil Wickham. If you didn't recognize any of these names - look them up (and Phil Keggy - he was there last year and was AN-MAZ-ING). But with all that said, I didn't really have time to pull out my handy sketch book, but I was able to get this amazing person' (one of the problems with musicians is you can't hardly tell the sex of the person from the back...=P) style. Long overcoat, beanie, scarves, colorful skinny jeans, messengers bag w/ pins and beat up converse, is the theme of all musicians (and yes, for one of the days I wore my own -very beat up- lighting blue converse high tops =)

(sorry for the poor quality of the photo, cellphones are lousily photo-takers)

Chilling thought

Here is a quote that my sister shared with me recently.

What if we woke up tomorrow with only the things we thanked God for today?

 It is such a chilling thought for me because I've come to realize that I am a complainer and whiner when it comes to prayers, asking why did that have to happen, what can't this, whine, whine, whine. I don't thank God for my family enough, for the sky, for air, for arms! And he's the one who gave me all, even though I'm such an ungrateful wretch that is like a spoiled animal that takes and takes and never gives back. This will change. It must. I'm posting this because it's good for me to put this out there and have it public, but also to share this and open eyes of others that have been doing the same thing as me. With my ever merciful savior, I know that there is a way for me to be saved.

Don't forget to give thanks.