The "11" Procession

On May 5, our oldest turned 11....

Today you turn 11, to CELEBRATE we are going on a procession

What is a processions you ask?

A procession is when you move along in a succession.

Your procession will have "11" sessions.

When you have completed a session of your succession

You will get a suggestion that will lead to the next session.

During each session you and your companions 

will need to create a composition of your version of your excursion, 

which will record your procession

You will also need to make a visual representation of your impression of your procession

1. You will need this to complete your journey.  Fill it with each suggestion but don't forget to leave room for your compositions and visual representations.

2. It is possible your might desire a libation

3. Where might you go for an accumulation of possessions you might want to acquisition?

4. The coiffure on the capitulum of your effigy is perilously pernicious.  Lets see if we can rectify the situation.

5. Are you impassioned for crimson ammunition?

6. A benefaction for your accumulation of your treasures

7. Would you like to peruse the emporium?

8. How about a presentation of largess?

9. We've come to a time in our procession where we now have a question.... what next, you may ask?  one word....esplanade

10.  You have been cavorting and frolicking.  You may need a restorative consolation, which will hopefully bring inspiration.

11. It is the terminus of our procession.  Which makes me think you might want your last contribution and maybe give your companions an indication of your gratification in their accompaniment on your procession. 

Gray to Blue

Yesterday, I woke up and my blank page was immediately splashed with lemon yellow, the surprise of the bright sun, the energy of a good workout.  I felt strong, energized, ready for anything.

This morning my page started out gray, overcast, and foggy.  I felt overwhelmed before I even began.  I stumbled towards the coffee pot and grabbed a book.  I needed to wake up gently.  And then something began to happen as I sat reading about transformation.  I began to feel the arms of my heavenly Father wrap around me and gently pull me into His lap.  He invited me to pour out my heart, my fears, my insecurities.  I found myself harboring inadequacies and frustration.  And then it came, the flood of tears, transforming the gray into a brilliant blue.  My Father being the gracious Father that he is, didn’t stop there, he brought in his Son and let him take over.  His Son grabbed my face and looked straight into my eyes, piercing the armor of my heart, the shell that encased my soul.  The brilliance of the Son brought warmth and joy, making my heart ready....  Ready to proclaim the love of my Savior to my family, my neighbors, my community.... Ready to climb the mountain that this life seems to be..... Ready to accept transformation into my being....Ready to return to the comfort of his Spirit...guiding me, comforting me, walking this journey with me.

Blank

I wake up to a blank page.  What will today bring?  What will I do?   How will I feel?  What will I choose to fill my day with, what will I leave behind?  I don't know, but it sounds like fun!  

Good morning world!