Show and Tell

 Ever since I was a child we had something called Show and Tell which everyone looked forward to at different times during the school year. So here I am now to relive those days and to show and tell you about  my latest  finished sewing project. My Smocking Guild group is full of ladies dripping in talent, and with this comes a display of ideas with things we should do as individual projects, to keep us sewing and learning new things. This past year, one of the projects we attempted to do was a book cover. You could use any fabric of choice, but I chose strips of natural colored silks sewn together and embroidered with threads of neutral tones. A book cover to gussie- up a photo album.

If you enjoy hand stitching, this would be a project well worth your time. It is so pleasing to hear the needle swoosh through the silk, and finding new stitches to practice on the seams filled many a winter evening. This is also a good take along project, and those of you who do this know how valuable and important that is while waiting for appointments or children who are in a piano lesson or such.

A memory keeper for sure!

the beekeepers

I love my macro lens.

Because then I was able to watch the beekeepers from afar, without worry of bee stings.

My husband and Witt spent every Tuesday evening during the winter months of January through early March taking a beekeeping class. The results are two beehives in my back yard. Witt will get his hives and bees the last weekend of this month, meanwhile he and my husband are becoming acquainted with these fascinating insects as they opened the hives yesterday afternoon to free the queen from her shipping box.

A honey producing acquaintance has begun.

a spring yarnalong

yarnalong, outside in the springlike weather

I have not been able to participate in Ginny's yarnalong these past weeks for the simple reason that threads, needles and fabric have been in my hands, as I have been sewing instead of knitting. But for the past two days I have made my own private sort of yarnalong, the unraveling of a summer top knitted three springs ago!  And you must not forgot the contributions of a dog, a cat and a six year old boy visitor in making even a more scrambly mess! I wish you could feel this Debbie Bliss Prima Cotton yarn though, very soft and cool to the touch. This is the reason I am taking my time to meticulously unravel it with the thoughts of knitting something else from it. The summer top I initially knitted from this yarn was beautiful and fit like a charm  until you reached the bottom end and then the proportions became completely awry. A simple sleeveless top pattern is what I am seeking to knit. And yes I am open to any ideas and suggestions, but only those that are tried and true.

It seemed only fitting to reach onto my book shelf and pull off a book written by Edith Schaeffer, in her memory. It has been many years since I have read this book and I am looking forward to revisiting it.  Entwined throughout its pages are scriptures as well as real life scenarios and examples from her own life or those she has known.

"...this book is dedicated to those who lives are a part of mine, including the wider circle of the family, who have been...and are...the human factor in my continuing process of learning-for I am still learning! These people are the human factor in all our learning, although, for those of us who know Him, the understanding the Lord gives cannot be measured an any way."

And that is only the dedication.

wherein we stand

"Therefore being justified by faith, 

we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ:

By whom also we have access by faith into this grace

wherein we stand

and rejoice in hope

of the glory of God."

 Romans 5:1-2

Happy Resurrection Day!

I just heard...

Edith Schaeffer died yesterday.

Several of her books are a part of my library, and I can not recall a time when her books have failed to enrich parts of my life by drawing me to the Lord. Her practical and wise understanding of how to apply God's Word to the everyday always met me right where I was at any given moment. She was an excellent equipper of women in their ministry of home, church and community.

and a sword shall pierce...

 We got up early to drive a little ways to attend a funeral this morning, my husband's uncle had a stroke earlier this week.

 We arrived home in time for the ninth hour Good Friday tea. On the way home we stopped by Whole Foods Market to purchase a bread since I was unable to be home for the allowance of time needed for the yeast to rise in the hot cross buns. Powdered sugar crosses were added to the purchased Easter bread. 

And Charlotte, dressed as Mary, read in Luke chapter 2 

"Then Simeon blessed them and said to Mary, his mother: "This child is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be spoken against, so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your own heart too."

Passion Week begins

The rain drips, drips incessantly. Venturing out to Sunday worship today, we pulled up the hoods on our raincoats, opened up bright umbrellas, and carefully stepped around the multitudinous assortment of rain puddles scattered in our pathway.

The mood is dismal and lugubrious this Sunday afternoon, reminding me of the sleepy disciples in the Garden of Gethsemane that evening, eyes that were droopy, nodding off...at an extremely crucial time in history.

Today the skies are grey. For three hours on the day Jesus died, the skies became ominously dark...I envision a midnight sky without benefit of moon glow.

The crowds made up of citizens from Jerusalem, along with the visitors from the outstretching countryside, jostled each other to be a part of what was going on that day in their midst. They  tossed their garments on the ground for the man entering Jerusalem on a donkey. Palm branches were waving, swishing in the faces of children and adults alike with voices lifted up as they sang joyful songs of praise and shouted out loud blessings.

I live on this side of the cruxifixion and the resurrection of my LORD and Savior. But I desire to see things in my days on this special week. Little things even that will cause me to stop, remember, reflect on His final week. Surely I will not miss it?

fifth Sunday in Lent

"Some of you will rebuild the deserted ruins of your cities.
         Then you will be known as rebuilder of walls
                   and restorer of homes."
                                                         Isaiah 58:12

I read the familiar words in Isaiah 58 once again.  Once again I prayed for the Holy Spirit to enlighten me more fully in its truths.
                             

     This is the kind of fast He desires: 

to free those who are wrongly imprisoned;
 to lighten the burden;
  to remove chains that bind;
   to feed the hungry;
    to give clothes to those who need them;
     to not hide from relatives that need help;
       to remove the heavy yoke of oppression;
         to help those in trouble;
          to keep the Sabbath day holy.

"Lord, if You kept a record of our (my) sins,

      who, O Lord, could ever survive?

 But You offer forgiveness,

     that we (I) might learn to fear You."

                                                             Psalm 130:3-4

hand joy

Pinstitching bands of light creamy yellow to a lavender dress.

After I had chosen this summer dress pattern by Wendy Schoen for Charlotte, I began the process of sewing it. Then I realized that it possessed a bodice band and a scalloped bottom hem band that needed to be appliqued onto the dress. Now allow me just a few moments of rambling to give you a little bit of sewing history about myself. About ten years ago I attended a class in machine appliqueing. From this class I came home with several badly stitched or half stitched items along with the realization that I did not possess a propensity for machine appliqueing. 

But hand sewing, now that is another matter altogether!  What joy leaped up when I discovered I would be pin stitching these bands onto the dress. Yes, it takes quite a bit of stitching, but how fun is that...

O, taste and see...

 I know I am slow at times. But after reading, here, that one could read the entire New Testament in one month by simply reading ten chapters a day, it was like a gigantic light bulb was illuminated in my head! I love the Holy Scriptures and enjoy reading the Bible every day. I am tempted to say I have the habit of reading it daily, but it truly is so much more than a habit; I think of it as my daily bread. I need His Word! I have been reading the Scripture Union Encounter reading schedule for quite  a number of years, which takes me through the Old Testament once and the New Testament twice in five years. It is a slower reading schedule, allowing me to chew on and meditate on the passages I read. I have had a tendency in the past to think of reading the Bible in one year as being a sort of marathon, just grazing without enough regurgitating, (sorry we are "sheep"after all.) 

But now I definitely am able to see the benefit of reading a greater number of chapters at one sitting, read within a shorter time lapse. As I am now reading the chapter's passages, my eyes read the words and the Holy Spirit reminds me of those specific readings as I go throughout my day; whatever I might be doing.

But it will take me two months to read the entire New Testament, because I sense a more realistic and successful undertaking in knowing that five chapters daily is doable in my life, especially regarding all the other readings I do in a day's time. I began this on March first and already I am reaping the sweetness and comfort of it.

"The whole Bible was given for this end, that you should both believe this doctrine and live in the comfort and sweetness of it."

John Bunyan 

Christian Behavior

Why don't you join me?

a mother of sons

I have several friends who have the wonderful significance of being the mothers of three sons. It seems like I heard a saying back when their sons were young that made me smile, "There is a special place in heaven for the mother of three boys." Since I only had two sons, I felt somewhat left out.

 Last Saturday I hosted a baby shower for the mother of five sons. 

Her newest male offspring arrived about six weeks ago.  Oohing and ahhing to beat the band reverberated from corner to corner of my house as this sweet soul was admired and passed around from willing arm to willing arm. There was food aplenty and a superfluous amount of boy presents, as well as a time set aside for prayer blessings and words of encouragement for the mother and her son.

 It was an age-old ritual of ladies of all ages coming together for the express purpose of celebrating a baby. 

Blues of the highest order.