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When the cutlery drawer opens…

As we moved into our new home and began to settle in over a year ago, we began to get to “know” the house.

But I didn’t expect this.

I still recall the first time I viewed the house. It was overwhelming. I won’t go into unnecessary detail, but it was difficult to envision it being mine, and I was convinced that, even though it was propped on the edge of the mountain, there was “no view.” The truth was, I simply hadn’t found it yet.

We renovated before we moved in, changing key elements to provide a sort of “blank canvas” feel. We were starting to unwrap the mystery behind the move. As we began to move in, unpack, and explore, I began to find even more things about the house that I didn’t realize were a part of the equation before. The ironing board hidden inside a drawer. The boiling water tap in the kitchen. Surprise. Joy.

And then something even deeper happened. The more we settled in, the more we became aware of something else. It will seem silly to you. But to me, it is symbolic. You see, there is something weird about the cutlery drawer. If it is not pushed solidly shut (and no one can actually explain how “solidly” and how “shut” we mean when we say this), it will open at random times during the day. Sometimes it opens right after the attempted close.

Other times it opens when I am in prayer.
Or reading something meaningful.
Or just sitting in quiet contemplation.

And then slowly the drawer slides open like an invitation to me that whatever it is that I am doing right then is important. And deeper than I think. And more meaningful than I currently know. The drawer becomes an invitation to the table.

I could say that I love my house, but now I know that it never really was about the house, and it isn’t even about a slippery drawer. As the snow falls in gigantic flakes all around me, the drawer having slide open moments before, my soul just waits, invited, to see and take a part of the present. Where I am. Where God is.

If I had my way I would have purchased the crazy expensive gigantic fork and spoon I found at one of the furniture stores last year. But now I realize that what I have is even better.

“He escorts me to the banquet hall; it’s obvious how much He loves me.”

Songs 2:4

Time to RSVP.


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My life is a radio…how loud can it go?

Do you ever feel like you are being watched?

I am convinced that someone somewhere has been recording my life these past few months and it is continually being aired (unedited) to the entire world. Everyone can see it but me. The type of reality show that best represents what is going on is the kind where you are renovating trying to renovate a house on time and on budget, juggling the help, dealing with the pre-teen color flops, trying to keep things looking how you imagined them and trying to be nice at the same time (someone tell me how to do this), and coordinating the schedule overlaps…and ooops…I didn’t get to that one on time…I guess those two will have to fight it out. At the front door. Of my house.

The show wouldn’t be very entertaining if I were a perfect human being. So if you haven’t tuned in yet, just look for the blood on the ceiling… maybe on HelpMeTV or WakeMeWhenOver Channel 5. Either way, I’m sure I will be looking back on this transitional event of my life with stars in my eyes, realizing that WE DID IT!

So why am I writing this on my art blog? I was actually hoping to star in something a bit more poetic…about how the new house is my canvas and I my brush is my mind. Ha. Well, this is all that fits right now. My LIFE is an open door of amazing possibilities. What will I do here? What do I hang there? How long do I wait for a deal and when do I buy? Will it fit? Will I like it once it’s in? Does any of this really matter anyway?

And…I suspect that it has never been about the details. The challenge of maintaining peace in the middle of the organized madness will be pondered in the closing chapter. And then, the next one will start as I begin my mission of meeting the neighbors and trying to figure out what God planned for us in this house! (FREE PAINTINGS FOR EVERYONE!!!!!)

The least I can do now is…


(Picture of my dog smelling the “roses”)

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happy tutu day!

I bought a tutu today. I put it on overtop of my jeans and burst into tears I love it so much! It makes me feel…deeply.

I am pondering wearing it all day. Heck, why take it off…ever?! Seriously. Wow. It’s like I have been transported back into the innocence and beauty of childhood, except I still get to know and be everything I still am.

Sigh. Just…wow.

So with tears streaming down my happy little cheeks while I put the groceries away…I hereby declare it a tutu day.

“[Kids] don’t remember what you try to teach them. They remember what you are.”
[Jim Henson]


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I choose YOU

One of the most empowering feelings ever is knowing that you were chosen for something.


No, not like a lottery win, not a prize of acknowledgement for hard work… but actually being named, called out and chosen.

Goosebumps from behind the keyboard here. I think it’s what dreams are made of.

Over the course of our lives, we will also be choosers…those who will choose people, places, things. We also feel the responsibility to choose well, especially when there is no discernible “right” option. Or is there? Making decisions is difficult when all options are good options. Does cowardice force you into a stalemate or make you choose both options?

Even more intense is this: Now what if you have to choose between two negative or neutral options with undetermined endings?

My question is this: What helps you make that choice?

“Train your eye to discern that which is of true worth, and let it not escape you.”
[Frances J. Roberts]

Getting Personal
Sometimes I know who a painting is for before I start, while other times I do not. I finished one last night and it wasn’t until this morning that I knew who it was for. That’s like a whole 5648 hours of not knowing!

The less I knew, the more my mind spun with options…maybe him…he’s going through a challenging time…maybe her…she could use some encouragement. Choices. Were any of them inherently BAD choices? Could giving a painting away ever be a bad thing?

No, I suppose not. But we do acknowledge the DESIRE to be chosen for something, so then it is worth waiting for. I repeat: waiting is indeed involved. As is often becoming the case, I finally knew who it was for because I was moved to prayerful sobs as I began working through the painting’s prophetic message…

Any number of choices can have a good result. But when you want to partner with God in finding the “CHOSEN” choice…wait for it.

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pressing the “reset” button

I learned early on when sparring (in boxing) that one mistake quickly leads to a compounding frustration that sets an entire series of mistakes in motion simply because I am still reeling from the first hit…and the hits keep on coming.

To resist this downward series of breath-holding blunders, I had to learn to find a “reset” button. For me, it was as silly as touching my nose, and I was able to forgive and focus. As I developed this technique, I was able to breathe through the entire process, whether winning or losing and stay on top of my game. Guess what? I’m much more efficient if I’m not beating myself up for all my mistakes. Brilliant.

That skill now transfers to painting. I was working on one that was colorful and beautiful, but when I was “finished,” it still didn’t have any flow. In an attempt to try to fix that, I bravely attempted to paint more layers…but eventually I found what helped me the most: I started over.

When I am finished the “re-start” version I will post both pictures so you can see the painting that wasn’t working, and the “reset” version.

So here’s my thought: Stop beating yourself up over your mistakes; everyone makes them. Find your “reset” button and get back in the game!

Touching my nose now…


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feeling warm and fuzzy


Today I was home, the whole day before me to play with the dog paint.

Early afternoon I got a phone call from a man I met at the recreation centre who also happens to be one of the most amazing artists I know. A few minutes later and he was at my house, dropping off canvases because he believes in what I am doing and wants to support me.

Wow. Just wow. I love how as artists we can form a community that can truly “see” each other and honor the differences in purpose, style, and inspiration.

Thank you, Tony.

Please stop over and check out his art…it will blow your mind.

Tony Mayo Art

“Make visible, what, without you, may never have been seen.”
[Robert Bresson]

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“good to me”

The only thing about making rules for myself is some minor embarrassment when they change. Let’s say I’m getting over it.

This painting is FOR SALE.

It feels like the first time I have done this, but to be honest, it is the second. The first one raised over $1600 to send a woman with cancer for treatments in Germany. Let’s just say that was too successful not to attempt it again.

I’m submitting it to a Gala fundraiser for Abbotsford Christian School, and it will be available for auction on Friday, February 7 at the Ramada Plaza. Let me know if you would like more information.

Perhaps it is a specially formulated opportunity for those who wish to purchase instead of wait.

Even though I don’t know who will receive this painting, I believe that God does, and there is a personalized prophetic message included in the back…I trust that it will find the hands of the one for whom it was meant.


Acrylic on Canvas
20″ x 24″
by Misty Bedwell

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