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Art in the Mailbox
I routinely check the mail. Today I found a most original piece of art. The referenced art came in the form of a wedding invitation. In my opinion, it was the neatest invite I have ever received. This announcement will not be thrown out after event - not a chance. This wedding invite will become part of my interior décor. You see this piece of art disguised as an invitation combines some of my favorite elements of antiquity.
I have always had a soft spot for things weathered, aged or appearing that way.
Coffee: The yellowing, brownish, aging look achieved with coffee (or tea) is magnificent. You can tint lace, material, paper and most anything with these stains. The fun part? The coffee or tea can be made differing degrees of strength- producing many shades of yellow- brown. I once used coffee to stain a piece of furniture hubby made and it smelled coffee-like for a while. One fav use for coffee is hardwood floors. It works wonder on my old floors, filling in the scratches.
Fire: using flames to create a burned, torn look is one of my preferred aging tricks.
Old English looking font creates a true vintage look.
This wedding invitation has a side note at the bottom of the RSVP card that reads:
These invitations were hand dyed in coffee and singed over open flame for your viewing benefit.
So, you can see why this invite rocks my creative side. Let me not forget one monumental detail: said invitation is for my little bro! Here is a pic of my handsome brother and his gorgeous wife-to-be for your viewing benefits!

Photo taken by Pope Saint Victor
These pics were taken a few weeks before their first shower held on Saint Simons Island. Since I am really into homemade gifts (my budget is really into it too!) I made an engagement gift for brother using prints of these pics. This project allows some resourcefulness! This is a great way to use your lids. Here I have a wheat germ lid, two tomato sauce lids and one alfredo sauce lid. Simply glue magnets on the back side.

On the inside you glue the print then mix resin and catalyst. This mixture really lets off some fumes. It seriously takes about a week to dry.

The next time I will not mix in as much catalyst as the catalyst discolored one of the pics. There were three good ones and one "runt" in the bunch. I had to move the box they were drying in several times due to fumes. This movement caused some bubbling in the resin mixture. I think it makes this batch of magnets pretty neat! The mixture forms a hard glass look, making some interesting fridge magnets.
I close with this thought. Always look for inspiration and art. Let resourcefulness guide you into creating!
Daddy's day

Photo by : Sarah Deshaw
I am married to one of the best daddies on the planet. I could not be the mom that I am without the never ending support of my husband. His little boys adore him. They want to be just like him.
Kenimer regularly makes references to being “big and strong like daddy”, “playing guitar like daddy”, “singing like Daddy”, “getting to that hard level in Mario like daddy”, and etc.
Most importantly I hope the boys will want to model their daddy in character. He is a true servant. He strives to treat their mother with respect and love.
The other day, Kenimer was upset with me and he snapped. He was unkind, I was opening my mouth to deal with it when he sincerely said “I’m sorry, I was talking ugly to you." I almost cried because he sounded so thoughtful. Sure, he probably wanted to avoid discipline but I could hear the repentance in his voice. His daddy will openly ask for forgiveness and admit he is wrong in an instance of hot-temperedness. I knew Kenimer had seen this behavior modeled.
The boys and I agree that everything is better when daddy is around.
Our celebrationg of Dad’s weekend was complete with going to see Toy Story 3, dinner with My daddy (Mack Tucker, or "Pea-Pie", as the boys call him), and a painting extravaganza with the boys. They made cards for their dad (while managing to get paint everywhere) and I made dinner for my dad (hubbie, boys and mom as well).
Happy Father’s day Shannon Lee Lewis. You are an amazing dad!
Happy Father’s Day to My daddy! You will always be my special daddy! I do not have a scanner and all my favorite pics of dad and I are film... So I found the next best thing: a photo of my precious daddi-o holding my first born son. My dad is an amazing grandfather to my two little guys!
Photo taken by Chris Moncus

Mama's Shoes
Hubbie and I were having an impromptu business meeting of sorts. The boys were playing with trains in back of house. Out of nowhere we heard the LOUDEST, CLANKING, BONKING, noise you have ever heard. Husband puts hand over forehead while burying head in lap. What is happening now ? Our eyes meet. We are slightly afraid to find out You see, catastrophic occurrences are not absent from our home. I went to investigate and was met with two fun loving boys wearing their mama’s shoes.

Sentimental thoughts inundated my otherwise busy mind. This was becoming a precious moment. You see these boys were walking up and down the hallway banging away in my heels. Two pairs of heels on 1940’s hard wood is quite the noise maker.

Images of these two pairs of feet that would one day be big and smelly flooded me.

In a handful of years their shoes will be boats on my feet. I whisked them outside as I heard hubbie getting a call. With camera in hand I froze the moment. Oh the giggles, squeals and sheer delight as they pounded the porch with Mama’s shoes. It sounded like an army chanting "were wearing mamas shoes, were wearing mamas shoes" over and over as the battle cry (insert hysteria). Next thought - since Hubby and I were on the subject of songwriting..... Oh and The Christmas Shoes song- it went over so well. Maybe I should write a song titled Mama’s Shoes. Opening line of 1st verse: If I could walk a mile in Mama’s shoes...
then I thought of all the words that rhyme with shoes...
Speaking of Mama's shoes, Chris Moncus of Chrismoncusphoto.com took this great photo of this mama's shoes (and daddy's).

I love Rap Music: R.I.P. Cadence
"I love Rap music, I always have and I always will there aint no other kind of music in the world that makes me feel quite as chill."
Ahh... these words bring back memories: memories of my introduction to DC Talk. My friend's dad bought this tape at Walmart in the Christian section. I was 12, sitting on my friends four post bed - our attention centered on a black boom box. We rewound and listened to "I love Rap Music" over and over. Since I was only allowed to listen to Christian music, this band fit the bill. I listened to everything they released.
Fast forward to fall 2008 when my brother began to do production work for Reach Records, a hip hop record label. The first artist I was captivated by was LeCrae, then on to Sho Barach and Trip Lee. I clearly remember running to the beat of LeCrae's "Don't waste your Life" while thinking "why am I not a die-hard rap fan?" I could listen to it all day long. It gets in your bones and seems to resonate with the beat of your heart.
I began to research popular rap artists and soon realized why I did'nt know more rap material - simply put, the genre is not usually lyrically wholesome.
This brings us up to Winter 2008 when we met Matt. He was dating my friend, Jordy, who I hadn't seen face-to-face in quite some time. She called and asked if we could get together. Frankly, Shannon and I didn't feel like 'hanging'. We were discouraged, and dealing with a bit of depression. We pushed through, arranged childcare and had dinner with said friends. The dinner conversation took an interesting turn when we began to learn about Matt's past. Matt is from Nashville and was a popular rap artist writing and performing under the name Cadence. He was on the Horizon of a very promising future. He has a redemption story that dug into the depths of Shannon and I's hearts. He told us how he left everything - everything meaning "career, appoval, success, money" - to follow Jesus. This change of lifestyle caused quite a stir in his world. His questions directed torward my husband were quite thought inducing thoughtful and sincere, and very deep.
Matt, being a fairly new believer found common ground with my husband, who had fallen in love with Jesus after being an atheist for many years. Once in the car, Shannon conveyed bits of the conversation. He solemnly said, "I feel challenged and sad. I've let my spark and love for Jesus get dull." He began to talk, & I talked. Our thoughts were beautiful and moving as they were voiced. Paper and pen - hands scribbled - as I wrote and wrote. Sitting in our living room on December 21, 2008 we wrote Wandering Heart. This song is a bittersweet journey of hard times and a plea for revival in calloused hearts. That evening, the floodgates opened, we wrote one complete song, & finished three others before bed.
This post is not meant to be about our songs but rather the impact our spiritual paths can have on others. Meeting Matt definitely influenced our song writing. The next day we had a knock on the door from Matt and Jordy. They wanted to give us Matt's latest project at that time, entitled Another Robot Sunset. This EP is nothing short of brilliant. Its a collection of songs from the perspective of a robot who's outlived all of his human loves. My first listen had me emotional twisted up inside and yet I wanted to pinch myself and say, "Come on, this song is about a robot!"
A few days ago I received a lovely package with a C.D. in it. Shannon and I COULD NOT WAIT TO LISTEN! I loved the title of this project: RIP Cadence. At first listen, I was committed. These choruses got in my bones. Stay tuned for a more in depth album review.

Be Quiet
Kids were loaded up, picnic lunch packed. We were on our way to a fun morning, when lo and behold the family van won’t start. No big deal, it ended up being a dead battery. So as routine ensued, Dad discovered battery was warrantied - the next step was a battery swap at Wal-mart. Life returns to normal - right? Not quite.
You see, last year we also had a dead battery. When the battery was changed we discovered a lifeless dashboard, thus no music would play. That is a BIG DEAL for us. We ALWAYS listen to music in the car. Our kids have their requests and preferences which often amounts to fights over what songs we play. Ridiculous… I know. The episode last year took almost two months to figure out. It ended up being a secret code that Honda has on- file based on the serial number of your radio is written on the inside of your dashboard. To find this golden code you must remove dashboard, then remove the radio/CD unit. Retrieve said code and plug it into something and viola - music again. Believe me, we tried everything to get this code another way. The Honda management people said upon buying one of these vans the owner receives codes at time of purchase and should write in owners manual. There is actually a line in which to write your dashboard code. We weren't so lucky. Our previous owners did not do this.
So, when Shannon finally accepted his fate and spent half a day taking out the dashboard, he was smart and wrote code on sticky note and placed in the manual, so next time we were stripped of our ability to listen to music in car we would be armed and ready!
Guess What? In the Wal-mart parking lot, switching batteries, Shannon discovers there is no music. No sweat, we've been through this. It’s simple - open up manual and get code. Insert code. Music. No such luck...THE CODE WAS NOT THERE. Where was the sticky note? It was gone.
Hmmm. Husband was not happy. I was definitely disappointed. As destiny would unfold I became privledged to drive the music-less van. The first day I ran errands with the kids- I was amazed at what happened. Within minutes in car the kids asked for certain music. I explained there was going to be no music. We could either talk quietly to each other or we could be quiet and look out the window.
After a few minutes, father God prompted me to use this time to pray, I was reminded of a verse Shannon and I had been meditating on from I Thessalonians... pray without ceasing. After a little while I was amazed at how quiet the van was. Not a peep. They were both relaxed and looking out the window. I realized that this loss of code, it was a gift. The gift of quiet. Im sure eventually hubby will get around to taking out the dashboard but until them I will relish the opportunity to quiet my heart.
Funny thing is- I am reading The devotional of MIchel Ann Goll, titled Empowered Women. The segment that morning was called " Inner Quiet. ha! I enjoy His sense of humor! I think Father knew I would be driving around with no music.
Lord, please quiet my heart so I may know your love, and peace.
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