• Living a fairy tale…

    Welcome to the Marchen Studios. This is our home for thoughts, our business, our dreams, and our play time. When I say we, I mean Martina and me, her daughter Jess. Our biggest desire is to help generate a sense of community within artists in order to help challenge and inspire one another to grow in creativity and and in life. Let your artist out to come play with us.
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Meet Zac

Meet ZacThis is Zac. We work together at the good ol’ CPK. He is a really smart, sweet guy. He also has a great sense of humor. One of the best things about Zac is that when business is slow and there is nothing to do he doesn’t just stand around and complain like me and the rest of the staff. Zac puts on his thinking cap and beings to write. What does he write you may ask?  Limericks. He writes these hilarious little poems about the rest of the staff. I guess this week was my turn because today he handed me a slip of paper with this poem written on it.

An Ode to Jessica’s Hair

Her beauty can sometimes do harm:

There are times when she causes alarm;

We had a great scare

When she cut off her hair,

Though she makes it all up with her charm.

Thanks Zac. You made my day.

-Jessica

Little Drummer Boy

Really, I hate the fact that Christmas music starts to get played before Halloween is even over, but today I was flipping radio channels and I heard Jars of Clay’s version of this classic Christmas song. I found the lyrics to the song here.

Drummer Boy

Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
So, to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That’s fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum?
Mary Nodded, pa rum pum pum pum,
The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I play me best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum
Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
me and my drum

It’s the last two lyrics that get me. “I have no gift to bring, that’s fits for a king, Shall I play for you?..I play my best for him,…Then He smiled at me”

I have to admit, I cried listening to this song tonight. It really convicted me about what I bring before the Lord and offer him. I don’t have anything fit to give a king, and most of the time I don’t even give him fifteen minutes, let alone my best. Is it any wonder I haven’t felt him smile at me lately?

I want to change that, its not a new years resolution, its a heart desired resolution. I want to play my best for my king and have him smile at me.

What can you do best for a smile?

-Jessica