From Photos to Art: My Home, Sweet Home

Home is a shelter from the storms of life, but only if love lives there.

Our house is just a house. Nothing big and fancy; it doesn’t even have a garage. But it’s home. It’s old, its falling apart, and the yard work is sometimes too much for us to handle. But, it’s home. Sometimes hubby and I get mad and argue. Sometimes I threaten to leave and never come back. But we always kiss and make up. We always forgive and forget. Well, he does. Sometimes I don’t bury the hatchet very deep. The point is, we love each other. We stand by each other. He protects me and makes me feel safe and I’d fight a grizzly bear for him. That’s why we’ve been married forty-nine years. That’s why we’ll be married another forty-nine years if we live long enough; which I seriously doubt. But my point is, no matter how big and magnificent your home may be, if love doesn’t live there, it’s not a home at all. It’s just a fancy place to live.

I hope you enjoy my creations and that you won’t hesitate to use them for your own projects. One of my scrapbooking friends used my art work, made several greeting cards and gave them to me. As a gift, I shared them with my family and friends. There’s just something special about giving and receiving homemade gifts.


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Sandi Staton

So, I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to describe myself to you, and these are the words jumping up and down in my heart: I'm just a simple human being living in a complicated, messed-up world. I speak my mind. I love hard. My feelings run deep. When push comes to shove, I stand my ground. Sometimes I push back. Sometimes I walk away. I've surfed the crashing waves of life that threatened to destroy me only to make me stronger. I bear the scars of emotional rape, sadness, and depression. I've walked the golden streets of churches and religion only to be disappointed time and time again. And as a result, it's taken me seventy-five years to get where I'm sitting today; a sinner saved by grace through the blood of Jesus Christ. I fell at the cross. I repented of my sins, and Jesus saved and washed me clean. I still fall flat on my face. I still get dirty as a pig in a mudhole. And Jesus still picks me up, dries my tears, forgives me again and again, and continues walking close beside me. No one has ever loved me like that. And no one ever will.

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