by Ruth, aka Momma Frizzle

During our romantic holiday, Daddy Rooster bought me an earring and necklace set designed by Patricia Phillips, an artist we met in Asheville’s River Art District.

Patricia said her inspiration was the abstract art of Jackson Pollock. The jewelry was eye-catching and a little strange, which suited me just fine. Plus, it was big and dangly, with copper-colored hues that complimented my crazy frizzle hair. Once she enlarged (!) the band, the necklace hung perfectly on my Amazon frame.


In Patricia’s studio, I tried the set on and looked in the mirror. I smiled and posed. She took a photo with her iPad. After chatting and paying, we parted ways. I wore my new necklace proudly as Daddy Rooster and I continued to stroll and shop for several more hours.

Eventually back in the car, I flipped down the vanity mirror to check myself and discovered a huge piece of green lettuce prominently wedged in the front of my yellow-tinted teeth. Somehow I’d missed it when I looked in the mirror at Patricia’s studio after lunch. And no one (hint: DADDY ROOSTER) had pointed it out. I’d talked to half a dozen people, most of them artists. At the time, I’d felt confident. But seeing the lettuce stuck in my teeth, I felt ridiculous.


From my devotional reading this morning, “Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says. Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like a man who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like.”


Well, that sounds familiar – looking in the mirror but not really seeing. I’ve been doing it spiritually as well. A quick glance in God’s Word and then onto something else. I’ve looked away too quickly, which makes me wonder if I’ve really looked and listened in the first place. My actions are a bit off too. Just like I didn’t see the obvious lettuce in my teeth, I’ve been missing the spiritual instruction necessary for a well-ordered soul. Now that I’m pausing and reflecting on God’s Word more than I have in weeks, I can see that clearly.


Thankfully, I’m not left to guess at the cure for my superficiality. The Lord reveals the remedy – “But the man (or woman) who looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom and continues to do this, not forgetting what he has heard, but doing it – he will be blessed in what he does.”


Look intently. Continue to look intently. Don’t forget. Do it. The succinct instructions help me notice what I’ve missed. I need to look intently into God’s Word, which reveals who He is and that will correct my vanity mirror view.

And now I’m remembering a little more of Patricia’s story. She told us she had been a sculptor earlier in her career. She loved to create large-scale wall art, until older age made it difficult to haul around all the heavy stuff. So she turned to miniature sculpting, which is how she views jewelry making. The delicate, but gentle work, of heating metals and bending them into artistic shapes suits her better at this stage of life.


Remembering this provides me with yet another picture of God’s graceful sculpting of my abstract vision.

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I'm one frizzled momma finding adventure and delight everyday...and writing about it! My chicken coop is full of six chicks, lots of friends, tons of books, and plenty of work. Stick around, I've got loads of stories to share.