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By His Stripes We Are Healed – Calm Coloring

By His Stripes We Are Healed – Calm Coloring

I missed the boat.

Creative Tuesdays’ boat sailed without me.

So I’m on my own this sunny, Thursday morning.

Creative Tuesdays’ prompt didn’t have anything to do with boats.

Instead, the challenge was to draw striped socks. I had every intention of drawing striped socks. But as my pencil pressed down on paper I felt inspired to draw, not socks, but a quilt of stripes with a cross.

FOR BLOG POST - BY HIS STRIPES WE ARE HEALED - MAY 11, 2016

I cried. I wept. I sobbed. Not because I was sad. Quite the opposite.

I was overwhelmed by Jesus’ sacrificial love for me. I tear up thinking about the nails driven into his hands and feet and about the blood He shed when He willingly carried my sins on an old rugged cross.

“But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was crushed for our wickedness [our sin, our injustice, our wrongdoing]; The punishment [required] for our well-being fell on Him, And by His stripes (wounds) we are healed” (Isaiah 53:5, AMP).

“He personally carried our sins in His body on the cross [willingly offering Himself on it, as on an altar of sacrifice], so that we might die to sin [becoming immune from the penalty and power of sin] and live for righteousness; for by His wounds you [who believe] have been healed” (1 Peter 2:24 AMP).

I smiled. I was healed. I am calm.

Tracy
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P.S. If you would like to color this exclusive design, Sacrificial Stripes, just MESSAGE ME. And I’ll happily email you your very own high-resolution, printable coloring page. This inspiring design is not included in my upcoming book, Calm Coloring: Faith, Hope & Love (Art & Soul Therapy for Kids-At-Heart).

3D mock-up created by Chris Graham, the Story Reading Ape with heart. 

WHAT BAKED GOODNESS IS RISING IN YOUR LIFE? – CREATIVE TUESDAYS

WHAT BAKED GOODNESS IS RISING IN YOUR LIFE? – CREATIVE TUESDAYS

Baked Goodness? My pulse quickened. Oh, my goodness. My palms broke into a sweat. I don’t bake.

Phew!

It’s a good thing Mr. Toast, our host, didn’t actually expect me to bake for Creative Tuesdays.

FYI: I only “bake” stove-top treats like gooey, Rice Krispy squares, and only once every few years. If you want the recipe I’m sure I can find it. 🙂

Mr. Toast also referred to a line from Sing a Song of Sixpence by Mother Goose,—“Wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king?”

The words “before the king” jumped out, making my brain whirl like a mixer.

I thought of my heavenly Father, the King of Kings, and how much goodness He’s poured into my life, and how my life continues to rise with baked goodness.

Specifically, things like my:

  • creative abilities,
  • great health,
  • awesome marriage,
  • wonderful parents,
  • supportive church family, and
  • encouraging blog and Facebook peeps.

All that goodness made my heart and hands whip up a cupcake . . .

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Baked with Love—Color a Pillow © Tracy Campbell

“God, your goodness reaches far above the skies.

You have done wonderful things. God, there is no one like you.” Psalm 71:19, ERV

How to Color a Pillow with Fabric Markers

Let’s get started!

  • Wash and dry your pillow (remove the pillow form before you begin).

Tip: Do not add fabric softener to the wash cycle.

  • Cut a piece of cardboard to fit inside the pillow.
  • Insert the cardboard into the pillow.
  • Pin the fabric in place to prevent shifting.
  • Color the pillow with fabric markers (available at your local craft store).

Tip: Keep the fabric tension tight as you color.

  • Once the marker has dried, insert your pillow form.

Viola . . . you’ve colored your very own pillow.

To order your very own two-sided pillow or a tote bag, visit my Fine Art Shop.

I can’t leave without mentioning Sherry Ellis’ blog post on how she (unknowingly) opened up her home to “bake goodness” with her son’s neighborhood friends. Please drop in and visit Sherry Ellis, a talented author, and blogger. She likes to bake. Oh, my goodness.

What “baked goodness” is rising in your life?

Happy Heart Hugs,

 

Tracy

 

P.S. Don’t forget to visit all the other inspiring art over at Creative Tuesdays’ blog.

P.P.S. If you order a pillow or a tote bag, please Message Me, and I’ll be sure to email you the printable coloring page Baked with Love. This will help you decide on what colors to use on your pillow or tote bag.

DO YOU TAKE YOUR LIFE FOR GRANTED?

DO YOU TAKE YOUR LIFE FOR GRANTED?

Before I retire for the night, I take for granted that I’ll wake up in the morning and go about my ordinary life—my sleeping, eating, working, and walking-around-life.

But today, I’m reminded of my mortality.

The First Reason

A neighbor and friend, Orville Hughes, passed away on Sunday morning (God granted him 95 years on this earth).

Seven years ago, he was the first neighbor to rap his knuckles on our farmhouse screen door.

After gingerly opening the door, I thought, I’m definitely in farm country.

The elderly farmer pressed his thumbs into the back of his denim overalls. “Welcome to the neighborhood,” he said.

My hubby and I will always remember Orville as the neighbor, farmer, and the friend who showed love with his simple act of kindness.

The Second Reason

Shortly after 8:00 a.m., on a frigid February 2nd morning in 1945, sixteen miners stepped into a lift cage.

With helmet beams lit, they began their descent into the pit of darkness—just another ordinary day to dig for gold in muck and clay.

My grandfather, Eero Kohtala, is in the middle.

My grandfather, Eero Kohtala, is in the middle.

The cage was outfitted with an emergency stop system called “dogs”. The “dogs” job was to grip the timbers on the sides of the shaft should the cables ever break.

Snap!

The “dogs” malfunctioned, sending the cage to plummet 1,500 feet. My grandfather and fifteen other miners lost their lives that day.

An earlier photo of The Paymaster Mine Site taken in 1938. My grandfather is in the second row, fourth from the right.

An earlier photo of The Paymaster Mine Site taken in 1938. My grandfather is in the second row, fourth from the right.

The Paymaster Mine Tragedy was reported to be the greatest mining disaster in Northern Ontario, Canada.

Today is the 71st anniversary of my maternal grandfather’s death—a grandfather I never got to hug. And my mom was only seven-years-old when he died.

All that remains are newspaper clippings, family stories, and the book I compiled and wrote for my mom for Mother’s Day, May 11th, 2014—The Kohtala & Hakala Legacy.

Here’s one of those entries. (Sorry, this WordPress site wouldn’t allow me to insert lines between each stanza).

SIXTEEN MINERS

Tracy Campbell

Down, down, down,

Men toil all day,

Dig for gold

In muck and clay.

Down, down, down,

No time for play,

Miners sweat

For meager pay.

Down, down, down,

Write on this page—

Sixteen miners

Step in a cage.

Down, down, down,

Men, weary worn,

Cage door creaks

One frigid morn.

Down, down, down,

Torn cables snap,

Gloomy thoughts,

We’re in a trap! 

Down, down, down,

Lift cage drops,

Plummets fast,

Blasting stops.

Down, down, down,

Shriek, old and young,

“Help us!” heard

In mother tongue.

Down, down, down,

Torches lit,

Crowbars bend,

Friends don’t quit.

Down, down, down,

No helmet beams,

Loss of breath,

Ends miners’ dreams.

Up, up, up,

Prayers of strife,

Mother, child,

Plead for life.

Up, up, up,

Sirens blare,

Bodies rise to

Greet despair.

Up, up, up,

God knew why,

Eased each painful,

Desperate cry.

Up, up, up,

Cast in bronze,

Miners’ shrine

Gleams like dawn.

Down, down, down,

Tears freely flow,

Lives endure,

As memories glow.

Porcupine Miners Memorial

Porcupine Miners Memorial

The ten-foot bronze statue was erected in 2008 in remembrance of miners who lost their lives over the past 100 years.

The inscription reads:

A…memorial to those who died

A…monument to the families who survived

A…tribute to those who continue.

Before typing this post, I read the following verse in my trusty guidebook—a reminder for me to thank God for each new day.

“So here’s what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him.” Romans 12:1, MSG

Do you embrace each day like there’s no tomorrow?

Blessings,

 

Tracy

P.S. Send a card or give a gift to those you love. Visit My Whimsical Shop for ideas.

DO YOU TAKE YOUR LIFE FOR GRANTED? first appeared on Tracy Campbell’s blog.

WHY IS IT IMPORTANT TO HAVE A THANKFUL HEART?

WHY IS IT IMPORTANT TO HAVE A THANKFUL HEART?

Thankfulness removes the sting of hardships.

Sometimes, hardships are small like the aching tooth I endured yesterday. (I rubbed Oil of Oregano on my gums, said a prayer, and today, it’s all better). 🙂

Other times, hardships are huge like not having loved ones in my life. 🙁

If I dwell on any hardship, rain threatens to soak my heart.

Instead, I choose to dwell on thankfulness in the midst of my hardships.

And guess what?

When I do, the sun shines in my heart.

So I continue to:

“Sing praises over everything, any excuse for a song to God the Father in the name of our Master, Jesus Christ.” – Ephesians 5:20 (MSG)

#LET’S BE THANKFUL … EVERYDAY!

A Thankful Heart - Tracy Campbell

A Thankful Heart – Tracy Campbell

 

And a very HAPPY THANKSGIVING to my American neighbors.

Blessings,

 

Tracy

 

P.S. Matilda and I are also thankful for the greeting card orders we received. And it’s not too late to place your–> Christmas order

THE COURAGE OF A COWARDLY LIONESS

THE COURAGE OF A COWARDLY LIONESS

Late last Monday evening, I listened to the new Prime Minister of Canada, The Right Honourable Justin Trudeau, deliver a moving victory speech.

After plopping into bed, a gale force thought swirled around in my brain.

God, I can’t do that! The last thing I want to do is write a letter to the Prime Minister.

I tossed and turned. Finally, I drifted into a restless sleep.  

The next morning, the same thought torpedoed my brain. The mere thought of contacting the Prime Minister (of all people) made me nauseous.

 

The Cowardly Lion--illustration by William Wallace Denslow in The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1900)

The Cowardly Lion–illustration by William Wallace Denslow in The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1900)

For days, I couldn’t focus on my art or my writing, and I couldn’t sleep either.

Okay, I’ll do it. I leaped into my suit of faith. You do know, Lord, I have no clue what I’m supposed to write.

And then, words began to flow.

 

Dear Prime Minister Trudeau:

Congratulations on becoming Canada’s 23rd Prime Minister.

Moved by your powerful victory speech, I was compelled to write.

Like you, my maternal grandparents believed, “We can make anything happen if we put our minds to it.”

With a few suitcases and a toddler in tow, they left their homeland, Finland, and immigrated to Canada—a land that promised freedom and a bright future for their offspring. And because of their great sacrifice, I can proudly say, “I am a Canadian.”

I was also pleased to hear you say, “We know in our bones that Canada was built by people from all corners of the world who worship every faith, who belong to every culture, who speak every language. We believe in our hearts that this country’s unique diversity is a blessing.”

Indeed, our country’s unique diversity is a blessing as was evidenced when you spoke of the practicing Muslim mother you encountered on your campaign trail—the young mom who has the freedom to wear a hijab headscarf, the one who touched you when she said, “She’s voting for you because she wants to make sure that her little girl has the right to make her own choices in life and that her government will protect those rights.”

I also want my grandchildren’s choices and rights protected, but sadly, last year, my eight-year-old granddaughter’s basic human rights were usurped. When her teacher spotted a cross dangling from my granddaughter’s necklace she told her to tuck the cross under her blouse, and then she told her she must never wear it to school again as it may “offend” other faiths.

It saddens my heart knowing my granddaughter and other Christian children in the public school system have lost the right:

  • to bring a Bible to school,
  • to wear a cross,
  • to recite the Lord’s Prayer, and
  • to opt out of Sex-Ed classes, those that contradict timeless, biblical principles.

I humbly request that our new government revisit my dire concerns, as I too, believe it’s time for a change, REAL change that will guarantee religious freedom for “all” Canadians.

Respectfully,

Tracy Campbell

I mailed the letter with my card shown below.

A Whimsical Greeting Card - Tracy Campbell

A Whimsical Greeting Card by Tracy Campbell

Printed on the left inside of the card is the following quote:

“To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream, not only plan, but also believe.” – Anatole France

I have no clue what will happen next, I just believe that…

“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” – Hebrews 11:1 (NIV)

I urge you to write to your government. Be “Ewe-Neek” and take a stand for what’s right.

Blessings,

Tracy

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