After the accident on my bicycle my arm was hurting. Movement was restricted and my hand was swollen. The x-rays showed that no bones were broken, but the x-rays could not reveal the pain that I was feeling. The medication that I was given caused me to be dizzy and I vomited once. The following days revealed to me just how difficult it would be to live with only one arm. I was unable to do the most menial tasks such as remove a lid from a tube of toothpaste or tie my shoe laces tight enough to stay together. Turning a door knob would send sharp pangs throughout my entire arm. It was miserable and I was humbled by my limitations.
The sling on my arm was a constant reminder of those limitations, but it also reminded me of that the Lord takes pity on the weak and needy (Psalm 72:13). After all He chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong (1 Corinthians 1:27). That is why Paul said “I delight in weakness, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong” (2 Corinthians 12:10). Also, David was not the first born heir to the throne and he had the least worldly experience being the youngest of his clan, but God looked at his heart rather than his accomplishments. David’s heart would stand up to a giant and show forth God’s greatness through utter dependence. David’s heart would also be humiliated when confronted by the prophet Nathan and rely upon the strength that God provides to bring restoration (Psalm 51:10-12). This is the kind of heart that God desires for “the sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart [He] will not despise” (Psalm 51:17).
My arm is doing much better this week and I’m sure that I will soon forget about the pain that once plagued me, but I hope that I continue to be dependent upon God as though I can’t do anything without him.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
bringing life
Come and blow the dust from my pages
turning to places where sun has not yellowed
revealing stages of past ages
now merging into the present
Come and smear the oil on the leather
restoring that which was once hard
brining life to that which binds
the mystery deep within
turning to places where sun has not yellowed
revealing stages of past ages
now merging into the present
Come and smear the oil on the leather
restoring that which was once hard
brining life to that which binds
the mystery deep within
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
unkempt hair
Hey there man with your unkempt hair
What brought you here where people stare
and unkind words linger in the air
Did you swallow hard when you entered that door
Did you think you’d find what you’re looking for
Well I've got two hands and I've got two feet
and I'll walk to you so that we can meet
and I've got this heart beating in my chest
so I'll extend to you my best
cause life is hard and could get worse
if you leave tonight with any more remorse
What brought you here where people stare
and unkind words linger in the air
Did you swallow hard when you entered that door
Did you think you’d find what you’re looking for
Well I've got two hands and I've got two feet
and I'll walk to you so that we can meet
and I've got this heart beating in my chest
so I'll extend to you my best
cause life is hard and could get worse
if you leave tonight with any more remorse
Monday, January 24, 2011
partly cloudy
Sun setting through the window
shimmers golden hues through the sky and streets
Wet pavement reflects the beauty
while beads of water swell and then streak
Silhouetted trees and street lights contrast the brilliance complete
Wonder still exists in the everyday ordinary things
shimmers golden hues through the sky and streets
Wet pavement reflects the beauty
while beads of water swell and then streak
Silhouetted trees and street lights contrast the brilliance complete
Wonder still exists in the everyday ordinary things
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
dogs and pigs
A dog is a dog
it will return to its vomit
A pig is a pig
it will return to the mud
An unregenerate man is unregenerate
he will return to his sin
Morality and good works
are not enough to amend
the soul that is condemned
Feast no more at the vomit on the floor
rise up out of your mud
come to the one who will atone with his blood
it will return to its vomit
A pig is a pig
it will return to the mud
An unregenerate man is unregenerate
he will return to his sin
Morality and good works
are not enough to amend
the soul that is condemned
Feast no more at the vomit on the floor
rise up out of your mud
come to the one who will atone with his blood
Monday, November 15, 2010
continental gin building
This past weekend I visited the Continental Gin Building for an Open Studios event where twenty three artists had the doors to the studios open for guests to view or purchase their works. Walking through the building at dusk with golden light pouring through the windows, I felt like I had been transported to another time.






Monday, November 1, 2010
joy and strength
Wind rips across the water suspending a seagull in mid flight
climbs up the hill to where I sit and scatters the pages of my notes
Warm sun reflected in the water now blinding in my eye
beaming down upon my skin making me warm inside
I have joy in the sun and feel strength with the wind
a dichotomy of things living deep within
climbs up the hill to where I sit and scatters the pages of my notes
Warm sun reflected in the water now blinding in my eye
beaming down upon my skin making me warm inside
I have joy in the sun and feel strength with the wind
a dichotomy of things living deep within
Monday, October 11, 2010
shadows
Photographs are limited in their perspective. They focus on a single subject and present views that extend to the edges of the frame only. Like a photograph my view in life is limited. I can only see so much. The shadows in these photographs point to something beyond the edge of the frame. They serve as a reminder that there is something more.


Monday, October 4, 2010
ending and beginning
Sun setting
golden window pane
remorse growing
unable to explain
the day is ending
unable to refrain
Stars glowing
in the night time air
hollow feeling
rises without care
empty longing
that I can’t repair
Morning calling
to my night time eyes
rain is coming
falling from the sky
a new beginning
that I can’t deny
golden window pane
remorse growing
unable to explain
the day is ending
unable to refrain
Stars glowing
in the night time air
hollow feeling
rises without care
empty longing
that I can’t repair
Morning calling
to my night time eyes
rain is coming
falling from the sky
a new beginning
that I can’t deny
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
galleria
The Galleria Mall in Dallas was opened in 1982 and has remained a successful enterprise for almost thirty years.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
solace
There is a solace I have found
I wear it like an evening gown
it glows and glitters
and shows your worth
the fabric comes from virgin birth
It covers completely
from head to ground
and protects from dangers
all around
It always goes with me
so that I might remain
it never forgets me
like a chorus refrain
I wear it like an evening gown
it glows and glitters
and shows your worth
the fabric comes from virgin birth
It covers completely
from head to ground
and protects from dangers
all around
It always goes with me
so that I might remain
it never forgets me
like a chorus refrain
Thursday, August 26, 2010
gourdough's
Sunday, August 22, 2010
flip happy crepes
Yesterday I took a road trip to Austin and went to Flip Happy Crepes where I found delicious hand-made savory and sweet crepes being served out of an Airstream trailer.Sunday, August 15, 2010
negative space
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
some days
Some days are like a penny
down in a wishing well
all our little hopes
washed up in a drain
resting in a sea
of tarnished copper
down in a wishing well
all our little hopes
washed up in a drain
resting in a sea
of tarnished copper
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
unicoi state park
Thursday, July 1, 2010
life
Sometimes life will lead you down a darkened path
Sometimes life will leave you with bloody aftermath
Sometimes life will bring you where you don’t want to go
Sometimes life will tell you things that you don’t want to know
Life exists without you
Life exists within
Life it is a mystery
but life can be your friend
Sometimes life will give you what you don’t deserve
Sometimes life will grant you peace without reserve
Sometimes life is better than the day before
Sometimes life will give you wings upon which to soar
Life exists without you
Life exists within
Life it is a mystery
but life can be your friend
Sometimes life will leave you with bloody aftermath
Sometimes life will bring you where you don’t want to go
Sometimes life will tell you things that you don’t want to know
Life exists without you
Life exists within
Life it is a mystery
but life can be your friend
Sometimes life will give you what you don’t deserve
Sometimes life will grant you peace without reserve
Sometimes life is better than the day before
Sometimes life will give you wings upon which to soar
Life exists without you
Life exists within
Life it is a mystery
but life can be your friend
Monday, June 14, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
storefront for art and architecture
The Storefront for Art and Architecture by Stephen Holl was installed in 1993 at the street level of an existing building in New York. While reminiscent of the market areas that open up during the day and close off during the evenings, the irregular openings filter light into this unique gallery space. Conversely, during the evenings the light spills out from the interior onto the dim lit streets. This project was helpful to me in thinking about the spaces outside of buildings and what can be accomplished to engage the interior and exterior of a building. Here's a few drawings I did of the project back in college while working on my thesis.

Sunday, May 16, 2010
high five
Thursday, April 29, 2010
head in the rafters
Sitting in the pew
with my head in the rafters
wondering what happened
to the happy ever afters
not knowing where I’m going
yet going without leaving
your presence can’t escape me
I’m consumed yet I am free
with my head in the rafters
wondering what happened
to the happy ever afters
not knowing where I’m going
yet going without leaving
your presence can’t escape me
I’m consumed yet I am free
Thursday, April 15, 2010
thanks-giving square chapel
Ominous birds perched along the outside shell sit in stark contrast to the livid colors of the interiors.
The "Glory Window" spills color into the room at different increments throughout the day.

The "Glory Window" designed by Gabriel Loire of Chartres, France, directs the focus upward.

A close up detail of the stained glass.

The "Spirit of Thanksgiving" glass etching by John Hutton hovers over all who enter the chapel.
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