Sub-Cortical Time Portal

Up in the cold, Dark Attic of my Parent's home, in a dusty, shabby box, wrapped in browned, torn tissue paper, these two precious Skaters, once found, flooded my thoughts with long ago skating parties on a small mirror.


 As children, my brother and sister and I played for hours with a whole village houses, snow skiers, sleds with people, and these skaters. I could not find the rest, only these two. I cannot express the feeling I experience when I look at them.

  Time Portal, my son articulates. Yes, that's it! Time Portal of the Mind!

"I cannot tell you how much I owe to the solemn word of my good mother." ~ Charles Spurgeon

This piece of art brings to my mind the many nights when my own Good and Faithful Mother would sit outside our bedroom door on the old cedar chest and read the Word out to us until we surrendered to slumber.

FRom My Postcard Collection

Help me to Forgive...

 

“Even as the angry vengeful thoughts boiled through me, I saw the sin of them. Jesus Christ had died for this man; was I going to ask for more? Lord Jesus, I prayed, forgive me and help me to forgive him....Jesus, I cannot forgive him. Give me your forgiveness....And so I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world's healing hinges, but on His. When He tells us to love our enemies, He gives along with the command, the love itself.”

Corrie Ten Boom