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Two weeks ago, I shared that my self-confidence plummeted, but today I’m thrilled to report that after I kept “Looking Up”, I received encouragement by way of a large greeting card order and an order for a pillow.

Gods timing is always perfect. 🙂

The challenge for today’s Creative Tuesdays was to incorporate the flower (shown below) into a bouquet.

Keep Looking Up!  Colored with Copic Markers

So… my whimsical flower blossomed into “A Bouquet of Praise”—my way of praising God for all He does, has done, and will continue to do in my life.

A Bouquet of Praise Copyright Tracy Campbell

A Bouquet of Praise colored with Copic Markers

“With all my heart
    I praise the Lord,
    and with all that I am
    I praise his holy name!”

Psalm 103:1 Contemporary English Version (CEV)

And, even though, my life is not perfect, I will continue to praise Him, and I’ll remember to “Keep Looking Up”.

Now it’s time I pop on over to Michael’s Creative Tuesdays blog to cast my gaze on all the other awesome art. I hope you’ll join me. 🙂

Blessings and Hugs,


P.S. Don’t forget to download your FREE coloring page. Just click on the image below.

P.P.S. Did you know that coloring is therapeutic?


Happy Birthday, Nathaneal! My grandson is six-years-old today. 🙂

What Are Good Manners?

What Are Good Manners?

“Mind your manners,” Mom always said.

My brother let loose one last burp. “Aww, Mom, we’re just having a competition.”

My brother didn’t win a manner’s contest that day, and so I wasn’t sure what to expect when four little boys wanted to visit our farm on a nippy October afternoon.

“Brace yourself!” I said to my hubby. “Here they come.”

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How to Encourage Little Minds & Hands

How to Encourage Little Minds & Hands

 “I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.” Vincent van Gogh


Back in high school, I sure didn’t receive any love from my art teacher. The “C” scrawled on my report card should’ve been my first clue. The teacher then had the audacity to tell me I didn’t have an artistic bone in my body.


My drawings and paintings weren’t too shabby. Heck, I even patted myself on the back with her yardstick.

Unfortunately, her poisonous words crushed my creative spirit, and I tossed my sketch pad aside for twenty-two years.

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