The sketchy and inconsistent blog of Bethie Engstrom...
Showing posts with label Blessings To You. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blessings To You. Show all posts

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Tromping friends

Medium: Watercolors on 140lb watercolor smooth paper
Oi! Where has time gone - it's nearing the middle of JULY! *jaw-drop*

Two little sweet 'ums for today. Many blessings all.

(I'm looking into obtaining a camera... scanner doesn't truly do the best job with the original colors. Looking, looking, looking =)

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Medium: HB Pencil

I'm actually a little disappointed of this sketch, I had pictured the couple being more mature looking - but it turned out like some teens smooching in the movie theater... oh well.
This is my first "romantic" type sketch, and lets just say I had fun with it - giggled the whole way through it actually. (You can partly see all the notes I put around it, criticizing myself and taking down notes).

Anyhow, I'm posting this because I need to post something, and also this picture reminds me somewhat of the holidays - the way that those in relationships feel, those special moments under mistletoe...? Do people even notice or put up mistletoe?? I wouldn't know... random!

Merry Christmas, one and all!

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The Need

I have the need to put the lyrics to this song up - maybe it's just for me but I hope others can be touched by it too. Blessings on you all, have a great week.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

Refrain:
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.


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