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When we’re young, we strive to reach an ideal we’ve carried in our minds, an ideal which is a compilation of movie scenes, books we’ve read, families we’ve observed, truths we’ve learned, bits of life we’ve lived.We may not be able to accurately define this ideal early on, but its power propels us forward.  As we progress through schooling and relationships, jobs and big purchases, travels and recreation, it dances just out of reach beyond our fingertips ~ always there, yet never quite in focus ~ never quite attainable.Its drive is so very strong it carries us through excruciating tests, long hours on the job, heartache, moments of reprieve, and more striving.  It influences the clothes we purchase, the houses we buy, the activities we pursue, the way we parent your children, the way we spend money.  It drives our values, our choices, and our motivations.It inspires us.  It gives…

I just returned from a morning run and somehow wanted to capture the beauty, the peace, the inspiration His great outdoors can bring.  Such a gorgeous fall day~!Words from a poem I couldn’t quite recall kept playing through my mind as I prepared for this week….this season….this Monday morning:”….The best is yet to be…”I did a quick search and was delighted to discover, and recall, this phrase is from a poem by Robert Browning, one of my favorite poets, call “Rabbi Ben Ezra.”  A faith-filled declaration of God’s design for the life of man which inspires a new perspective on youth and aging.  Here are a few lines from the first stanza~ Grow old along with me!The best is yet to be,The last of life, for which the first was made:Our times are in His hand… If you need a dose of good literature and an ode to aging gracefully…

Last fall my little girl started first grade.  The most beautiful thing happened as her reading and writing skills soared: Little notes…left for me…all over the house. “I missed you, Mom” left on the kitchen counter when I return from Bible study. “Quiet, Mommy sleeping” left on my door during my nap. (*sigh*) One day she helped me deliver a coat to my closet, and later I found this note stuck to the coat as I turned in for the evening: I stuck it to my bathroom mirror so I can see it and smile. Then last night, after visiting my sister’s house, I discovered this message on my pillow (someone broke out the label maker without asking, but I’ll let it go this time….): When I prayed 8 years ago for a little girl, I thought I knew why I wanted one so badly. Oh, how I seriously underestimated…

In my last post, I quoted the line from a design magazine: “God is in the details.” I didn’t elaborate, but my context was accessorizing and how often we stop short in this area for numerous reasons such as laziness, lack of inspiration, fear, or indecision. However, because the God I serve is such an immense God, full of glory and might and power, something in me rebels at the thought of reducing Him to accessories in a room.  The truth is, He will not be reduced by me or anyone else, no matter how hard we try. As I ponder this quote more fully, I can’t help but appreciate the truth it holds far beyond home decor. The truth of the matter is this: God IS in the details.  The details of our very lives. Every coincidence, every leaf, each and every bird, a breeze at just the right moment, a cup…

I have been asked several times where my blog name ‘All Mimsy’ originated and whether or not it has significant meaning. The answer to the second question is no.  All Mimsy, in and of itself, does not have significant meaning, which is the precise reason it suited this blog. I am one of those people who look for reason & meaning in most everything.  I long to understand the why’s behind events, actions, thoughts, speech.  Most often, once I learn the reason behind something, I am able to accept and process on a different plane.  A more logical plane.  And, usually, a more compassionate plane. The area of my life in which I create often defies reason and meaning.  At times I am motivated for no other reason than to express an urge deep within.  I do not understand the source of the urge, nor it’s persistency, but I am learning to listen to it more…

I have so missed All Mimsy this week. I spent last weekend in Anchorage with some very fun shopping buddies (my own little Amaya being one of them, since we celebrated her 6th birthday while there).  Although I had compiled quite a shopping list of items, clothing was unfortunately scooted to the bottom as I spent most of my budget on house items instead.  I was excited to find several things on my list, and acquired a few unexpecteds as well. Sadly, however, my  wardrobe is becoming more and more dated…a malady Mr. Wonderful and I have discussed often of late as we both officially entered our forties.  A major overhaul of our closet, however, will have to wait.  So many other fun things to do! Upon my return, however, my computer began hiccuping, then dying at unexpected (and quite inconvenient) times, and eventually ceased turning on altogether.  My dear…