Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Bloched


Last spring I had the chance to visit the Carl Bloch exhibit in Provo, Utah.  It was, in a word, magnificent.  So inspiring and beautiful.  I have an artist's heart, but I have not been blessed with an artist's eye or hands, and so I must content myself with looking at the masterpieces of others.  Ohhh, and what a master Bloch is.  I was touched most deeply by his sympathy for the human condition.  I think that quality is what gave him his ability to depict the Savior so powerfully.  That, and this little quote that explains so much of his process:

"God helps me--that's what I think--and then I am calm." --Carl Bloch

I wrote it down on a little scrap of paper and have been carrying it with me ever since.  Like Bloch I believe there is a higher power that can help me.  And I know when He is present I am calm, even amidst the storm.  I think He can help me today.  And every day.

I am not an artist.  But I am a creator.  We all are.  Creating and crafting moments that, at the end of our lives, can be our masterpiece.  So inspiring.  So beautiful.  And God helps us--that's what I think, too.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Sacrifices Unnamed

photo credit: 21centurywaves.com

In honor of the upcoming Independence Holiday, I am reading Founding Mothers by Cokie Roberts.  While the speeches and sacrifices of many men have been celebrated throughout history, and rightly so, I have been deeply touched by the quiet, overlooked, and deeply personal sacrifices of many women.

Here are a few examples from Founding Mothers:

The boycotts of English goods is well documented, what is not always understood is the day to day trials such boycotts caused, most of which fell to the ladies as they were responsible for the shopping and running of the household.  One example is the boycott of British cloth.  "American women were forced to manufacture their own, another chore added to the already onerous domestic duties of the day...In the Essex Gazette of Salem, Massachusetts, a letter of May 23, 1769 told of the Daughters of Liberty of Newport, Rhode Island, 'serving their country' by spinning from six o'clock in the morning until six o'clock in the evening (39)."

Perhaps it is because I can not imagine adding spinning to my already too long list of chores, but their sacrifice of time and energy truly spoke to me.  As did this:

"...the morning after the Battle of Lexington, about a hundred American soldiers halted in front of the house of Colonel Pond.  Though only Mrs. Pond and a couple of servants were there, they proceeded to feed all those soldiers, with the help of some neighbors who volunteered their cows for milking (43)."

What an overwhelming job that may have seemed, and yet she did it, singularly and without complaint while depleting her own pantry.  Those kinds of personal sacrifices, done alone, nobly performed in the quiet recesses of one's heart and received without pomp and pageantry--the true equivalent to the widow's mite--are sacrifices that speak of greatness.

And what of Mrs. Draper who responded to Washington's call for lead or pewter?  "Mrs. Draper was rich in a large stock of pewter, which she valued as the ornament of her house....Her husband before joining the army had purchased a mould for casting bullets, to supply himself and son with the article of warfare.  Mrs. Draper was not satisfied with merely giving the material required, when she could possibly do more; and her platters, pans and dishes were soon in process of transformation into balls (44)."

This desire to do more and give all was the power behind the revolution.  The cause of liberty was played out on the world's stage, but it began and was supported by the burning in individual hearts.

When it came time to publish the Declaration of Independence, members of Congress were hiding out in Baltimore, each with a price on his head.  There they "turned to a woman for the perilous job of printing the document, with their names attached, for the first time.  The publisher of the Maryland Journal, Mary Katherine Goddard, bravely printed her own name at the bottom of the Declaration, becoming herself a signer of sorts, firmly associating herself with the dangerous cause of the new nation (45)."

Mary Katherine Goddard, Mrs. Draper, Mrs. Pond--names relatively unknown, and yet names symbolically signed through their sacrifices for a cause in which they believed.  They make me want to be better.  They make me ask, what can I do for this country I love?  How will I respond when called upon to stretch and give for something larger than myself? 

How will I sign my name?

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Hero Watching

“I asked not my heart what it could, but what it ought to do.”
--Written by Abigail Adams to a friend

Mrs. Adams was a remarkable woman, and the kind of person I aspire to be. With her in mind, today I'm going to get busy doing what I ought to do.