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Guest Post #3: Allison Thurman

Allison ThurmanAllison Thurman is family. She’s one of my people. When I met her in Community Group less than a year ago, she didn’t talk that much. But one day she mentioned that she painted and I was like “oh, cool. I painted in college too.” Then I went to her house, and y’all this girl PAINTS. That’s when I began to see who she really was. Like I said, she doesn’t talk much, but when she talks, it’s spot on every time- sheer brilliance. And when I talked her into showing up some of her paintings, she said- and I quote- “I’m not really much of a writer.” LIES. ALL LIES. So take some time and let this girl speak to your soul. It’s like everything I’ve ever tried to say on this blog can be summed up into her words. What’s that thing that Goethe used to say? You should read and look at something beautiful every day? Well friends, you can knock both of those out here. Allison Thurman, y’all. She’s the real deal.


When Your Art Becomes Your Worship (by Allison Thurman)

I never really remember a switch going off when I started loving the arts. It was a natural accumulation of events that led me to start creating. At first, it was black and white drawings. Some time later, I took a group painting class where I first encountered oil paints. Then for about 5 or 6 years I really didn’t do any art voluntarily. I had art classes in school, but that was nothing out of the norm. Then in my sophomore year at Texas Tech, I needed an elective so I took Intro to Drawing. Most of the class consisted of pencil and charcoal drawings, with a focus on very basic technical rules of art such as perspective and lighting. In what free time I had in college I enjoyed painting, but my focus was on other things. I have only just begun over the past year to truly appreciate art and am still discovering the meaning of it. I hesitate to even call myself an artist simply because it is something that I am just beginning to explore and dip my toes into and I really don’t have any formal training. Art is my escape, a stress reliever, a way to focus on something that I do for myself. Art is an instrument of healing. As a nurse, I can often get so caught up in the wellbeing of others that I forget to search myself and care for my own emotional wellbeing. Art allows me to escape and renew my soul by meditating on the truths of Christ. It allows you to escape the black and white of the world and see the color in the world that Christ has placed for our joy and His glory. However, the more I dip my toes in it and experiment with art, the more spiritual analogies I see in it. Discovering these has made me love it that much more! To me, art is no longer simply about the end product, but more importantly about the process of creating and exploring; it is about self discovery. Painting is a process, a process in which there are no rules or limitations. Anything is possible. Each brushstroke is a decision-whether intentional or not, yet you never know what will happen until you jump in and do it, just starting anywhere. Progress requires action- it probably wont be perfect, but it can be perfected. In discovering art, you have to remember the old ways, but try new ways. It is essential in progress. We must always move forward, fighting against the easy, the known, the natural. It takes time, courage and risk, but it has potential to alter creations forevermore. I can say with certainty that I have yet to create something that is perfect. There is always something that bugs me. But such it is with sanctification. We are messy human beings that will never be perfected, despite our best efforts, until the day which our creator restores our souls and the earth is made new. My comfort zone became art realism in oil paintings. However I make myself branch out and try other mediums such as acrylics with different gels to add texture. Another favorite is chalk art and calligraphy if I’m in the mood for something more relaxed. I’m always listening to music when I creating art- usually worship music or something like Ben Rector. I find it very hard to create something beautiful if the whole body is not involved. The mind, hands, and spirit must unite to express itself through a beautiful creation. Calligraphy and lettering is a lot like singing. It allows you to preach truths to yourself that your head knows but heart is struggling to believe. To me, it is a process of trusting, believing the unseen, the uncertainties. It is often meditation and prayer. I cant remember a time when I lettered a scripture or lyric that my heart was battling and didn’t walk away with my heart more at rest with the promises of Christ. I always find it funny (and is sometimes frustrating :p) that I like art, considering I certainly have a type A personality. My mind operates on science and facts. I like order, planning, and very rarely act upon emotion. I have to teach myself that it is ok for everything to not be perfect. That imperfection is beautiful in light of the gospel. Although it is a stretch, I have to force myself to participate in abstract art. Abstract art is not about defining specific things or ideas, but letting your heart take natural form- you just have to let it flow out. It teaches you to embrace that which you can not control, to open up and express your emotions on the canvas.  I learn that art is an extension of God’s creation. Art is worship. It is allowing the Spirit to flow out of you, being vulnerable, make the unexplainable and non-tangible take form. When creativity flows out of intimacy with God, it speaks for the emotions and hopes of our hearts. It makes that which is hard to express, stated without words. And it moves others to experience something outside of themselves. So my challenge to you is next time you need your heart to believe in the truth of scripture, lose yourself in the creative process of art. Use it as an act of surrender to our Father. This will take a different form for everyone, but do something that stretches you just a little. For all spiritual, physical, and personal growth takes a little bit of getting out of our comfort zone and experiencing something new. Create something new as a reflection of the newness Christ has created in you and a representation of the hope of the day in which all will be made new, letting the Spirit open your heart and lead you to experience Him in a new way.   DSC_0168

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I know, SHE DID ALL THIS HERSELF. With her own hands.

 

 

Ramblings

Why I Love Knitting

So, I haven’t done a post yet about Knitting.
Probably because I get made of fun for it.
All. The. Time. (See if you get a scarf for Christmas, Philip)

But it’s what I’ve been spending a lot of time doing lately. School is crazy and when I’m not studying (or working), I just want my mind is numb. You know how TV is supposed to leave your mind in a vegetative state? Well, that sounds spiritual right now. The idea of turning off my mind a just relaxing… oh man… that’s better than chocolate cake without calories.

So, I’ve turned to knitting as my craft of choice right now. There is just something about picking up those needles and thread that usher in the literal calming presence of Jesus. It’s how I am able to get a way from the world for a while. As much as I like the idea of packing an extra pair of clothes and leaving the world behind for a few days, I’d be just as happy sitting on my couch watching Cinderella and knitting all weekend (which actually happened last weekend).

Yes, I know how lame that sounds.
No one ever called me adventurous.

Knitting is an escape for me. Picking up those needles forces me to drop everything else I’m carrying. And that’s the power of creating for me. It’s a place of peace and rest. Sometimes that means setting aside my thoughts to pick up yarn and needles. And other times that means bringing my thoughts to the table as a means to process them through word or song. Either way, it is a time of rest and relief for which I am grateful.

 And because this post wasn’t originally intended to be a rant, Here’s a little bit of what I’ve been working on. Alabama has finally started getting a little cool (between the hours of 7pm and 8am at least) and scarves and sweaters can finally removed from storage (even if we sweat a little while wearing them). And so I’ve already knit two scarves this season- one for me and one for a friend.

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When the scarf ends up being taller than you, you know it’s gonna get you all those warm and cozy feelings.
This scarf took me over 15 hours to make, but doesn’t my bestie looked amazing. Totally worth it.
And because I loved the scarf so much, I made a headband version of it for myself.

The headband is available in my etsy shop. 

And because you guys are my favorites, get 20% any item using the code #CreateInMe365

Short Stories

Amelia and the Diamond Freckle

This has been a story almost 3 years in the making. It’s near and dear to my heart. It’s been an oral story, simply being told from memory for the past 3 years. I tell this story any time a child asks me, “Whats the sparkly thing in your nose?” Being a Preschool Teacher, this happens quite a bit. Of course, I tell them the truth eventually, that I do indeed have a nose ring. But it never gets old to see the looks of amazement on their faces as I tell the story. So, I figured it was about time I sit down and record this silly story in print. And today, I release to the masses. Please enjoy Amelia and the Diamond Freckle.

Screen Shot 2015-08-26 at 3.09.41 PM“Hi, my name is Amelia O’Connel and I have a diamond freckle. Can you see it? Look really close now? Closer!There, Can you see it now? Right there on the tip of my nose.

I know what you’re thinking. “what an odd place for a diamond. Why don’t you wear your diamonds on your ears or around your neck or something?” Well, I didn’t get to pick where I put my diamond. You see, I was born with it. Yes, it’s true. I, Amelia O’Connel was born with a diamond freckle in my nose. Oh, don’t look at me like that. I’m not the only girl in this world who has ever been born with a diamond freckle in her nose. There are a lot of girls who have diamond freckles in their little noses… well at least with diamonds on their face. My mother, and my grandmother, and my great grandmother, and my great great grandmother and my great great great grandmother… and all my grandmothers before that… even my great great great great great great great GREATEST grandmother. You better believe it! My great great great great great great great GREATEST grandmother was born with a diamond freckle in her nose. I’ve got her picture with me right here!

Shall I tell you the story of how my great great great great great great great GREATEST grandmother came to be born with a diamond freckle in her nose? Well, I guess the story really starts with her mother, my great great great great great great great GREATEST great grandmother, Felicia. I think she kind of looks like me.You see, she lived in the far, far, really FAR away place called Ireland. Grandmother Felicia had just married my great great great great great great great GREATEST great grandfather, Garrard. They say my Grandfather Garrard was an adventurer. He traveled all across the world looking for pretty things like paintings or flowers, but Grandmother Felecia always liked when he brought home pretty things to wear. Those were her favorites. And one year, on her birthday, my Grandfather Garrard brought her home a diamond necklace. He must have loved Grandmother Felicia a lot. They loved each other so much, and my grandmother treasured that necklace more than any other gift. She never took it off. When Grandfather Garrard was away on one of his adventures, it would help her remember that He loved her and he was always coming home. No matter how lonely she got.

But one night when grandfather was away on one of his adventures, a band of very mean men dressed in black worn out clothes and who wanted to steal everything came to the house (you could call them robbers if you wanted, I guess). Well t these men came to my Grandmother Felecia’s house one night and they told her they wanted all her stuff. She was so scared she just started running. But that band of very bad men- they saw the diamond necklace she was wearing and they wanted that too. So, they ran after her.But my grandmother was fast. She ran all the way to the mountains to hide in the hills. But the men finally caught up to her. The cornered my grandmother in a cave, and there was nothing else she could do. So, she did the only thing she could do: she swallow the diamond necklace.

Yes, you heard me right. She swallowed the diamond necklace. That woman was mighty brave. You might call her crazy, but her plan worked. When she swallowed the necklace, one of them men just started laughing. He must of thought my grandmother was crazy too. And all of a sudden, all the other men started laughing too. And so they let me grandmother Felelcia go home. They gave her all the stuff the had stolen back, and they even walked her back home.

But the story isn’t over yet. That very night, Grandmother Felecia became really sick. That diamond did not sit very well in her stomach. She was in a bed a whole week from stomach pains and bad dreams. But grandfather came home and she got better. And in a few months, she gave birth to a baby girl.But would you believe it that when that baby was born, they held her up to see what a beauty she was. And that’s when they saw it, the sparkly something on her cheek. Well, that sparkly something was tiny little bitty- you guessed it, diamond freckle. My great grandmother Illeanna was born with a diamond in her cheek. It was quite a sight to behold, and they just knew it was from that diamond necklace grandmother Felecia swallowed a few months before. They learned to live with it, and almost forgot about it until Ileanna -that’s what they named baby girl- grew up and had a baby girl of her own. And you know what, that baby had a diamond freckle too- only this one was kind of on the right side of her mouth, right about there.
And so, seventeen generations of baby girls and daughters and mothers and grandmothers later, here I am- a proud O’Connel girl with a diamond freckle in my nose, just like my mother and her grandmother and all the grandmothers and mothers before her. It’s know it’s different and maybe a little strange, but It’s a part of who I am. And you know what, I kinda love it.”

The end.