Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Learning on the Rug


She asks again, and this time I have an idea. I find old towels, cut two inch strips. Most may not choose to teach or begin a new sewer on this machine, but I know she will learn to guide the fabric. Her hand will learn the feel and the tug and the hum. Her fingers will guide.


She works hard and long and we stop once or twice to adjust. I've always been the machine adjuster. The knives dull quick and the motor starts its tired sound, and we take a break. We braid.


And what was old becomes something new in the hands of a skilled worker. A rug is braided and a girl is taught to craft.

I'm glad my girl wants to learn. The passing on of these things seems almost holy. This learning to create. This using our hands.

He created. We create. Because we are made in His image.

And she is being made in mine.

For Tuesdays Unwrapped. Because I like to unwrap. :)

Monday, August 30, 2010

Activities in a Bag


Do you ever have moments when you just need a quick activity to keep a small child out of your hair for a bit? Maybe while cooking dinner, or nursing the youngest or home schooling the big kids? Activities in a Bag is a great solution!

I first heard of their bag activities and swaps when a friend hosted a swap. Everyone gathered at her house, got an explanation of how the swap would work, picked a bag to assemble for everyone and then a few weeks later we gathered again and exchanged. We all went home with a box full of bags full of small learning activities to keep little hands busy.

I loved the idea and efficiency of one box full of many individual activities all made from inexpensive supplies and stored in Ziploc bags so much that I wanted to check out some of the new swap books offered. I decided to host a Science Experiments in a Bag swap for my local home school co-op friends. We already meet at a park weekly, so the date was set, all I had to do was email everyone to see who wanted to participate and print out instructions on how to assemble each bag activity.





We met,  each mom picked out an activity to assemble, then we took our instructions home, gathered supplies and assembled bags, one for each of the participants.

Here's an example:

One mom assembled 12 bags of the Anitfreeze experiment pictured below. Each bag contains  two 6oz cups, one T of salt, a plastic spoon, an experiment log, and an answer sheet. This project illustrates how salt makes it harder for water to freeze.



All the bags are easy to put together and the supplies are inexpensive. Each individual bag is designed to cost about $1 to assemble.

We gathered and distributed our bags so all the participants went home with 16 different science experiments in Ziploc bags. (We had 12 participants, but some of us made more than one activity.)


Now there will be no need to run around the house searching for random small objects when it comes time for science experiments. They will all be in one nicely organized tote all ready to go!


Activity Bags offers books of "recipes" for swaps on reading games, travel activities, math games, preschool activities, or you could assemble the bags yourself too! Check out their website for sample pages of each book, for a summary of the experiments, and activities at a glance.

Thanks, Activity Bags, for the free e-book and the opportunity to review your product!

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Ummmmm.

Sewing, Sewing
with view of the countryside
When days are hot and days are cold
bags pile by my side.

Pin it up, stitch it down
press it all around.
Oh.... hear the purr of the machine
don't you love the sound?

*ahem*

(prototypes. You may never see these in my store.... )


Monday, August 23, 2010

I Have No Idea Why I'm Talking About Fashion

My sister yelled at me the other day. (You know. The kind of yelling that's not yelling.)

"You always look so cute and you never spend any money! When I look nice it's 'cause I spent a lot of money!"

And that made me think. Maybe some of you would like to know my tips. Or maybe not. Maybe you are laughing in your seats right now, thinking, "Her, fashionable? You've got to be kidding! Her clothes are from last year's styles."

Well, you'd be right to think that. Go ahead and click away. You know true fashion and you're not afraid to spend the money it takes to get it. I get that.

For the rest of us living from thrift store to garage sale, this is for you!

~How I find deals: I look for them. I paw through all the junk to find the gem. I take the time to visit goodwill, or the consignment store that never has anything nice. That consignment store just may have a pair of Gap jeans or Worn jeans in size 8. Which they did. For $7.00 each.

~Buy cheap classic pieces. Brown A-line, just below the knee, linen skirt: $6.00 - Goodwill. But don't be afraid of the trendy fun pieces! Especially tops.

~Spend on accessories or shoes. The shoes I'm wearing right now cost more than anything else I'm wearing.  They were $20.00.

~Buy what you love. When you take it home, you'll probably have something to go with it. I just bought another skirt at Goodwill that goes perfectly with a top for which I've been needing the perfect match.

~It helps to adore the eclectic look. Mixing and matching is so fun. Right now I have on a short sleeve burgundy knit blazer with exposed seams ($1 or less) and a ruffly embroidered brown scarf ($10, I splurged on a girls day out!). Gap Jeans and the shoes on my header. Yum.


~And I haven't even told you about the abundance of garage sale steals I've found. Long cream frilly sweater for $1.00. A black cardigan for $1.00 which I recently saw Old Navy selling for a lot more.The best sales are usually in new developments, but don't completely avoid the older homes. When I'm out and about and see a sign, I stop if I have time. Then I waste no gas, and avoid the hustle and competitiveness of community sales.

~If all else fails, move to the country. Around here, nobody knows this year's styles from the year before last. Anything from Target is trendy and you can get away with fashion faux pas all year long.

And that would be why I think I know anything about fashion at all!


~My philosophy is this. Cheap clothes are disposable. When I tire of them, or find I really don't have a perfect match, I can gift them to a sister, organize a clothing exchange with friends, have a garage sale or donate them to goodwill. Everyone wins!

And then I can go buy more cheap (but cute) clothes!

Who's talking fashion? Not me! So I'm linking up at Jennifer's today....

Saturday, August 21, 2010

A Little Etsy Store

I bribed you the other day to help me pick out an Etsy name for my new shop I'm opening, and you. all. I had so much fun looking at your ideas! I happened to be at the beach with my kids, my sister, her SIL, and a friend I grew up with, and as the tweets and emails came in to my phone, I would share with them. It was so much fun!

The group favorite that day was my aunt's suggestion: Twin {Bag}uettes. We got quiet the giggle from that one!

Another favorite was {Two}Hand Bags from Hyacynth. (who, by the way, gifted me with a Cherry On Top Award last week. Thank you friend!!)

Other name ideas:

Just a Pair of Old Bags (my Aunt, again!)
The Bag Ladies
Just Bag It!
Double Stitches
Sew Twins
Twice as Nice Sewing Shop
Twin Stitches
Sew Crafty
Bobbin M's
Double Stitch Creations
Twin Threads
In the Bag
It's In the Bag

Twin Stitch
Turn-up Twins
The Final Touch
Final Touches
That's Sew Twin!
The Twin Factor
Twin Trim
Stitchin'Sisters


Thanks for all your contributions to this process!

As I thought about it, I didn't want to use the word Twin, nor Bag. I might branch out to making things other than bags. You never know. I didn't want to limit myself. I knew it would be difficult to find something new and unique, but you helped me get my brain in gear.

I started thinking about my merging my sister's and my names. You know. Like Bragelina. Or whatever it was. I originally thought that idea was really dorky, but I googled a few combos just to see if anything already existed with those names. And if they were taken on Etsy.

Sarina: taken
Krisara: taken

and then I googled  

Sartina.

Can you believe it means "Seamstress" in Italian! Crazy!

I checked Etsy, and though there is no shop by that name, there was a user. But she had only purchased 9 things, and the last time was in 2008. Things were looking up!

I played around some more.

{2}Sartina : Nah.
Sartine (the plural) Nope, sounds like Sardine!
{Two}Sartina : Not my favorite
{Sew}Sartina: getting better, but for some reason I just am not sure about it.

{So}Sartina

That's it! And I love it. And my mom loves it. And my husband loves it. And Niki loves it. So if you don't love it, that's OK. It's enough that they do! :)

I should really wait until my shop is open to share it with you, but I can't help myself. I never was patient. Nor picky about others seeing things less than perfect or unfinished. Sooooo.







DuhDaDaDummmmmm........................................















I have a banner, but alas, no bags!

You can follow {So}Sartina on Etsy and Twitter and keep apprised on when my store will officially open!

I've sewn 6 bags, and so far, my girls have claimed two, one is mine, and one is a gift for my sister. I'd better stop giving them away if I plan to have this project up and running anytime soon!

Thanks again, everyone, for your ideas!

Friday, August 20, 2010

Bloggers IRL

Can I just say I love blogging and the community it encourages? Ok, thanks. Carry on.

Just kidding. I have more to say. How surprising.

Carrie and I navigated our way to BlogLove hosted by LoveFeast on a lovely Tuesday evening at a cute little place in Prior Lake. We ate scruptious food, gabbed with lovely women, making new friends and getting reacquainted with others.



The baker, Jen and I talked homeschooling, and I chatted about Aspergers with Susie and healthy living with Kelli. Mela shared her dream of singing and gifted us all with a seriously lovely CD.

Janelle, Johanna, me, Allison, Amanda(photo credit), Maggie(Gussy),  Jen

I joked about flossing my teeth with hair (my own! and NOT in public, of course ~ don't groan or gag! A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do!) with the lovely sewing kindred spirit Gussy and a bit about Dave Ramsey too.

And though I should have explained how I survive living out in the middle of nowhere to Allison, who posed the question, I mostly rambled about shopping and fashion out here where Target is trendy. Gah. I should listen more.

I met Janelle and saw her sewing handiwork on display and in our swag bags, and listened and agreed with Kelli that though life doesn't always turn out the way you plan, God is still faithful. (And she made us fun little totes for all the swag we got! Thanks!!)

 
 Trish was lovely, as always, and I conquered my shyness of speaking to the media!

 Johanna and I joked about having husbands 5 years older than us. They are 40. Well, her's basically is! Mine certainly is! Gosh, they are SO old! :)

Molly was there, and though I've seen her around a couple blog events before, we'd never had a chance to talk. She's the real deal and I love what she had to say about staying true to yourself when blogging.

Heather and Allison staged a swag fight as the sun faded, and we enjoyed some fun stories about their trip to Blogher. 


 

There. If you missed it, now you know a bit of the fun I had visiting with all these lovely ladies. For those of you I didn't get a chance to greet: next time!

Thank you Chris Ann and Kristin for your hospitality!

I could so get used to this!

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Lessons from the Garden

The beans are picked and tossed in the ice cold sink water. They are warm, in need of refreshment, and a bath. Dirt and garden grime cling to their fuzzy skin, end blossoms and the stuff of the outdoors stuck on the thick green strings. In their growing, they have picked up and carry the the burdens of life, the earth bits.



I dump them in their bath, and swish with my hands, agitating. And I think of how it takes agitation to get them clean. Agitation loosens the clinging ons, the dirt and the stuff that stuck that was no good.


In my growing up, I've got some cling-ons too. Attitudes, habits, ideas from lies I allowed in my heart and mind that stuck there. I never meant them to, but that's the thing about lies. Our enemy is a good liar. His whispers mix truth and deception with expertise.

We recognize the bitty truth and accept the whole thing as right.

False beliefs hindering growth and spiritual fruit will cling stubbornly until we allow the agitation of Truth to rub and push and challenge the earth bits. The hard hearted are softened when Truth washes clean and His shed blood rinses away.

Scripture, the God-breathed Word, Truth Himself, confronts the deception, shines glorious light on a dirty soul. It's not pleasant at first, but the unpleasantness is not His doing, love is. Love that will not allow us to settle for less than best. Not only for His benefit, but for mine.

The earth stuff is comfortable and sometimes we cling to each other, but I want more than just comfort.

I want to be agitated and washed. 

I want to be a usable harvest.


Join us today as we share our Bigger Picture Moments, hosted this week at Peanut Butter in my Hair

And Because I'm Compulsive and Obsessive

not quite done - needs a bit of top-stitching...

I'm currently brainstorming names for an Etsy shop. My sister may help me, so something with twins or sewing or I don't know.


Twin Bobbins
Bobbin Twins (like Bobbsey Twins HA!)
Treadle Twins

Hmmmm. My sister tried to say Treadle Twins and it took her five tries. So that may not be great. Maybe something short without a twin reference....

Help!

If I pick your name, I will make you a custom bag.

(You don't count Andrea, I'm already making you one!)

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Lingering and Creating

Yesterday I lingered and labored over my sewing machine. It's been out of my life for three months, and I wasn't happy about it. Funny, I had no waiting projects until my machine broke. Then I had a myriad of things that needed stitching.

For one day, I too lingered and savored the last bit of summer free time, ignoring the curriculum I need to order,  the apples that need to be canned and the garage sale junk that needs to be put in the barn. I made something for me.

I've always loved making things. The quiet of my own thoughts as I work. The rewarded feeling when a project is complete. And the compliments when a creation is noticed.

I ordered a netbook last week. It can't come soon enough! And of course, my netbook needs a bag. All it's own. And no ordinary neoprene bag would do. So I made one.


Sometimes the most refreshing thing is taking the time to create.

For Tuesdays Unwrapped in answer to the question "What are you lingering over?"

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Late Night Thoughts

I'm up late. Probably from my first Pepsi in a month. Or maybe it was the mocha. Either way, I lay in bed, my mind a muddle of the day, and worry of things like my children going to bed without brushing their teeth, and what kind of mother am I, and my brain downloading. A friend said once her mind is like a computer at night. Each window needs to be closed, each file saved before shutting down. So here I am, jotting down some thoughts to be saved.

I visited my favorite coffee shop today. My little sister's friend took my order with her ever present big smile and I almost forgot to pay. She told me she wanted to be like me when she has a family and a house and all that. Crafty and homemaker-y and creative. Growing things and making things.



My mind immediately began arguing with her and listing all the reasons why she should not adopt me as her ideal. She has no idea how I guilt myself for every little failure. I try to give myself credit for the rights and not dwell on the wrongs, but sometimes they are just there, staring me in the face. My currently messy house. My kids parked in front of the TV. The buckets of produce yet to be canned. My weedy garden. All my good intentions that just never quite get done.

But instead of arguing, I smiled and said thank you. I want to be more gracious instead of self deprecating. Accepting a compliment takes a strange sort of humility, I think. Then I added that I hoped I could live up to her esteem.

There are so many things I desire to do well. Sewing. Friendships. Gardening. Women's Bible Study. Homeschooling. Writing and blogging.  Parenting. Church. Photography. Maintaining an organized home. Dating my husband. Healthy eating. Frugal living. The list goes on and on.

I strive to maintain an abundance of interests, and fall short. I must remind myself that I can't serve two masters, let alone three or four or five.

I can serve One. 

Priorities become more straightforward, my mind less scattered, when all is done for One.

When my heart's motivation and devotion is singular, I can plunge my fingers into many things, while still serving only One.

All things can be done as unto Him.


"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men,"
Colossians 3:23-24

Do you have a Bigger Picture Moment to share? Join us each week as we endeavor to open our heart lenses for the Bigger Picture.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Fruity Fish


Tilapia, sprayed with Olive oil, baked with chopped pecans, and topped with a version of fruit salsa.

Works for me!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Mosquito Vendor

We dropped off the oldest two at my parents' for their aunt to drive them to camp for fun and learning and such, and then the two of us went out for ice cream.

Mads and I found bistro seats outside the shop in the shade of a city beautification project tree, the ones that were planted in the middle of the sidewalk when I was in high school. She nibbled oreo cream and I, java chip. We watched as boys her brothers age biked and skateboarded past, with ice cream in hand. A man I recognized entered through the old screen door, and he looked like he may have walked up from the Marina, wearing swim trunks and muscle shirt and sun glasses.

The sun was warm.

It was a Sunday afternoon and the town went about it's lazy day.

An elderly gentleman approached us, shuffling, with a paper grocery sack in hand.

"Look here, " he said as he pulled something out with shaking hands. "Have you seen the Minnesota state bird? I make these and sell them around town for a dollar."



"One dollar?" Said I. "That's a really good price. And they commemorate the year of the mosquito plague!" I joked, thinking of this year. Man, they've been bad.

We bought two. One for daddy, to humor him who fogs and sprays and fumes to rid the yard of them, and one for Mads. The gentleman showed us other projects he had made and we admired them politely. The mosquitos were his best work. We chatted for a while about my own grandpa, who also makes wonderful wood creations in the workshop of his high rise retirement complex.  Then he hobbled off in pursuit of other customers.

Mads and I savored our treats. And under the warmth of that day's sun, I basked in small town friendliness where gray haired vendors can walk the streets, enter shops and find a welcoming smile. And maybe even a dollar or two.

Join us for more Tuesdays Unwrapped....

Monday, August 9, 2010

No Novocain? No cavity!

I haven't done a Not Me post in a while, and thought it might be time for a bit of silliness. I'm not always reflective and spiritual you know! :) (Ok, you really didn't have to agree with me so quickly!)

So humor me, please....

I have always taken pride in a cavity free mouth. Every time I visit the dentist, they comment on my beautiful mouth of teeth. (Thanks for the braces, mom and dad!) I brushed and flossed regularly as a kid and my worst nightmares included my teeth falling out. Well, there was that one time I had a tiny cavity. But it doesn't count. It was so small I didn't even need Novocaine when it was filled.

See? Nice teeth.  But not nice double chin...
And, yes, I laugh a lot.

Given my pride in this area there is no way I am going to admit that I had 4 cavities filled this week. Not me! I spent $700.00 to get sealants repaired, not to get cavities filled. My mouth has a reputation to uphold, you know.

I did not go so far as to convince the dentist to agree with my definition of "cavity " just to make myself feel better. I needed no Novocaine, so there is not a chance I'm calling them cavities! Not ME! And not him, either!

So if you could just keep this quiet for me, I would appreciate it, and so would my mouth. It has a reputation to uphold, you know.

~
Alright, back to regular programming. Thank you very much. If you want to read other Not Me nonsense, head over to Jennifer's place.  It's a great place for some laughs on a Monday morning!

Saturday, August 7, 2010

The Saturday Evening Blog Post

Ohmygoodness.

Yesterday I drove to my Aunt's house and together we paid a visit to her storage unit. She wanted to know if I could use anything as she was cleaning it out.

People.

I filled my van.

Seriously. What was I thinking?

Oh. Maybe...

I might start sewing again. Megan is gonna learn soon and then Madison, and I need to have lots of fabric on hand for random projects. That case of bud vases? Well I could sell them at a garage sale. Or decorate my corn crib. Or something. And all the old costumes from her singing telegram business? The kids love playing dress up and I think another bin would fit in the basement. Maybe Robb won't mind too much. Especially if I make a few bucks selling the brand new Easter baskets. Or not. This green piece of artificial turf will work great in front of the camper and then all the grass won't get tracked in. That's super! And all that fur? Maybe my church can use it for Christmas programs or something. Or I could sell it on Ebay, I suppose. Yes, that's it. Or I could sew stuffed animals and sell those! In all your extra time, Kristina? Yeah right.

Well anyway. My thoughts were completely different when I got home. I realized my project closet was in complete disarray and needed some serious discipline.

It rained this morning....

So, I've spent the greater portion of this fine day taming the wild beast of my office and sorting through fabric and Mary Kay and throwing 5 bags of junk away. What was it all doing in there? I don't know, but it's gone now! Yippee! Maybe the vacuum will once again fit! That would be superb!

You know what else is superb? Today is The Saturday Evening Blog Post. So I'm gonna link my most popular post of the month up to Elizabeth Ester's site. The message in that post seems to speak to people. I guess I'm not the only one who struggles with worry...

My personal favorite post of the month? I'm not sure. I loved guest posting for Emily @ Chatting at the Sky, and I like my imperfect prose A Warm Healing. And then I got lots of comments on my post about Robb's and my trip to Duluth and my tips on how dating regularly is key to having a romantic getaway....So I guess I am proving to you how indecisive I am and how good it is that I married a type A kinda guy. He's good at making decisions for me....

More thoughtful writings coming soon. But not too soon. Happy Weekend!

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Cheesy


This is how I feel. A big cheesy grin and thank you. Thank you for your words on my last post, and many before. It never ceases to amaze me that you like what I write. I never knew I could. I mean, I knew I could write a great research paper in college and get A's on theology papers, (The key was citing all the viewpoints in Scripture and never reaching a conclusion. Go figure.) but I never knew I could write to move people. Thank you for having soft hearts and for being moved. :) I love that we can meet here and


"encourage one another on toward love and good deeds"  
Hebrews 10:24

Ladies, I've got your back.


And I feel blessed that you've got mine, too.

Great Grandma

Victoria and Great-Grandma Grace

Summer is for BBQ's and sun hats.
For picnics on decks perched on hills,
reaching for the lake.
For cousins returning from far off places.
For yearly gatherings of family,
generations coming together
witnessed by water and sun and warm.
Summer is all that...
and more.

You Capture:Summer is hosted by Ishouldbefoldinglaundry.

Here we are Again

Worry. It makes knots out of stomachs and causes breath to come fast. It pushes every other part of life aside and makes murky the mind. It eats away rational thought and grows ugly and frightened.

Maybe that's why worry is not OK with God. I would even venture to call it sin. The Bible does say, "Do not worry." So why don't we listen? Jesus reminds me, "My peace I give you" and "perfect love casts out fear" and "fear not, for I am with you."

Peace and worry cannot co-exist in the same conscience. They oppose each other and reveal where my heart rests. Does it seek peace in self-reliance, in figuring it all out, or does it rest in the promises of Christ?

If I worry, I reject His peace.

To cast aside all worry, though, seems foolish and irresponsible. My flesh and all common sense scream, Yes, I should worry about my kids, and about my bills and about my health. Aren't we supposed to plan, make goals, and stick to our word? Shouldn't we strive to have our lives in order, structured, with no great surprises?

Isn't our God a God of order?

In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps. Proverbs 16:9

Yes, He is a God or order, and he does have a plan. He just doesn't always let me see it from beginning to end.  Sometimes he ends a chapter and won't let me read the next.  I sit staring at a blank page. He asks me to make hard decisions and all I can do is trust He will honor my obedience.


Faith: being sure of what you hope for and certain of what you do not see. Hebrews 11:1

I am sure God has not changed. He was faithful. He is faithful. He will be faithful. I can't see ahead, but I look behind and see only His goodness and kindness, evident even in the midst of struggle.

When worry creeps in, it takes me 3.2 seconds to recognize that fear-knot and work it out with faith. I wasn't always that quick. Re-writing the circuits of a mind takes painful practice. And I've had a bit of that. And practicing faith increases faith.

A few years ago, our house was for sale, we planned to build a new one and then Robb resigned his job.  Our house sold quickly (for a crashing market) and we had no idea where we were going to live. The resignation itself was enough stress, and very public, but add to that imagining homeschooling with three kids in an apartment for a long MN winter? Enough to cause a certified breakdown.

The verse God brought to my mind was common enough. I'd heard it my whole life. But my need resurrected the words and I claimed them. I wrote the verse out, with scrolly flowers all around, and posted it on my fridge.


"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."

Every time my heart began rapid panic beats, and my mind began the crazy cycle of fear and worry, I went to the fridge and read that verse. I read it and claimed each phrase.

"Do not be anxious." Lord, I choose not be anxious and fearful right now. I trust you. I have no idea what is going to happen, but I choose to believe you have my best in mind. You are a good God. This not knowing is not be pleasant right now, but even if I have to live in a tiny, icky apartment I choose to believe we'll be OK. "with thanksgiving" I thank you for this time of growth. "And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding" I claim your peace and believe that your peace will come and be beyond explanation. I give my worry and fear to you and know that you will guard my heart and my mind from worry and anger and fear. Lord, you are enough.

Over and over, throughout the day, I beat a path to that posted verse.

"Do not be anxious  about anything (deep, slow breath), but in everything, by prayer and petition, (breath in) with thanksgiving,  present your requests to God. (breath out) And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, (breath in) will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."(breath out)


As the page turned, God chose to spare us from the reality I feared. We never ended up in a teeny tiny apartment. We found this lovely farm to rent, our dream place, really, and we've been here ever since. I learned that when we give up what we think we want and surrender those dreams, and fears as well, to Him, He just might surprise us with something better. I guess he knows our hearts and our dreams better than we ourselves do. And that is why I trust Him.

Again, we are in a similar place, facing unknowns. We sold the web venues of our business on Wednesday. The question follows, "What are you going to do?"

That's a good question.

And I know what to do with it.

Today, I do not trust in shady business deals, in the promises of company reps, or in a stocked warehouse. I do not hope in eBay sales or high ratings.

I do not worry about things I cannot control. Because I know who controls all things.
I am confident my Lord will provide.With purpose and prayer I place my hope in Him.

Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me, - put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.-Phil 4:9 


Worry flees. And Peace dwells within.

Choosing today to see the Bigger Picture that God knows when I don't.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

A Warm Healing


I snip the herb down to the last leaf pair,
and fill a basket with my cuttings.
The smell of lemon lingers.
Dreams are cut down and gathered up by others.
What is left, but a whiff of what once was.

I fill the dehydrator.
It blows hot air, a gentle furnace,
and soon leaves are ready to be crumbled.
What was green is dry, crisp, dead.
Tired ambitions. Brokenness.
A soul, fired as clay.

And yet, the essence remains.
The jar is fragrant, full.
The herb has yet a purpose.
It has a use.

A pot is filled, and boils,
steaming, whistling happily.
Poured out, it covers the dried up herb.
It becomes a warm healing. A soothing tea.

When Living Water is poured out and in and around,
broken things, crushed people, are fragrant, full.
They are a soothing cup to another's need.

 ~

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, 
the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, 
who comforts us in all our troubles, 
so that we can comfort those in any trouble 
with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.
2 Corinthians 1:3-4

For Tuesdays Unwrapped today ~