One of the joys (insert sarcasm) for me in turning 43 was a new, lovely (more sarcasm) fuzziness of things/words close to me. So now I have the luxury (yep, here too) of wearing reading glasses when I read or quilt, etc. Woo hoo! And one day, I put my glasses on to quilt and things were still fuzzy. I read and the words were fuzzy. So, assuming my eyesight was worsening, I started to be annoyed until I realized that my glasses had been smudged by fingerprints or some other obnoxious thing. I cleaned them and all was right again (or as right as possible having to wear reading glasses-Oy!). And I realized that we do that in life too. We see things flawed or skewed when in reality, we have some issues to clean up in the lenses of our minds. You see, how we view the world has everything to do with (directly proportional to) how much we clean up our hearts and minds. Truth is the great cleaning tool for this, found in the Bible, with a healthy heaping of love and prayer with God. When purified/cleaned, we see things differently, and our goal is to be so pure we see with the eyes of Jesus Christ. Then we understand what we need to do to help and why and how. This is a truly fantastic thing! ❤❤❤
Life is very difficult. Life is very very difficult for children. The main reason is this: parents. We have a generation of parents with enough knowledge to have a firm opinion/bias but not enough to have an informed decision and certainly not enough to be sacrificial in their parenting to allow a child to blossom in love and care into their own individual. Children pushed into an identity will accept it often because they are children who need to be taught and who know little without proper training. Children (and I have a couple, taught many, and babysat even more in my life, so I am basing this on life) are born boys or girls. They, without any coaching, will act like boys or girls. They may be confused about how to open containers but never naturally confused about being a boy or girl. Unless their parents or teachers or important adults or peers in their lives confuse them and inflict a life of confusion on them. And I believe this is a spirit of confusion, an evil spirit that wants to destroy that person or as many as possible, a destructive spirit, not God. I believe this is a spiritual matter and not a physical or mental one. It seeks to take lives. These beautiful children are being attacked and those who truly love them will love them and encourage them in truth and love and more truth to see the amazing person God made them to be with amazing, unique gifts and talents. They are indeed born boys or girls and that is the gender they are, but gender is really just that. Men or women can live up to their full potential and and are made lovingly by God who loves them and wants to have a relationship with them and hold them through any storms of life and celebrate through every victory. This is the beautiful truth. How glorious the truth really is. God is truth. ❤❤❤
Somewhere in the mix of time and rearranging of life, I went from everyone’s favorite playful friend to everyone’s momma. I went from playful to responsible for everyone. I am now “mom” and not just for my kids and their friends that come over. No, I am mom to everyone and I am not sure how it happened. I was always a natural born leader but usually led the fun. Now I am caregiver and momma so lead as a mom. I am not even sure when this happened. Maybe it was a long transition and I just noticed it all of a sudden. The important thing is that I am ready to be what anyone needs me to be for the glory of God. If people need care and love more than they need to laugh and have a good time, bring it on. I will do all I possibly can. And who knows, maybe we will laugh a bit along the way too. 🙂
From a family that jokes a lot and teases and cajoles, I was once like that with my words. It seemed funny. It got a lot of laughs. But I recently repented of that and used my humor in a different way. Why? All harmless fun, right? I underestimated the power of words, they are so over-under and over-spoken that it is easy to become careless to their power. It struck me as I was reading my Bible how few words were spoken. How often there was silence as a reply. How very powerful and full of meaning and purpose those words were when spoken. Any joking, teasing, kidding where another person or yourself is berated is not in line with “let your yes be yes and no be no; anything more than yes or no is of the devil” or “speak only with words that edify each other”. I realized I needed a word adjustment. People are precious and valuable to God and He wants us to help each other on every level in worship to Him. We should not say anything to another person we would not say to Him. That is my new goal. I will serious up a bit with my words and put that energy into truthful encouragement. Of course, I have to talk, but I will talk gooder. Lol I will retrain myself to only edify, encourage with truth. Looking forward to the challenge of becoming habitual at it. 🙂 ❤
Don’t get me wrong, some memories you remember every detailof, they are intentional memories, something your heart at the moment told you “Hey, you’re gonna need this later, file it well and hang onto it” like precious last days with a parent or a first soft, sweet kiss or that deep breath in after hiking a mountain or the feel of applause after singing an original song in front of a large audience. These moments are cataloged and banked in their entirety, deep memories where everything about it is documented forensically. And these are staples to pull out of our minds in moments where we need reminders of success or love or tenderness ir empathy or just being a human being. But most memories, we archive the highlights, at least I do. I get the gist, the flavor but the details are always fuzzy. I am more a b ig picture person anyone and little details I have faith will work themselves out so don’t pay much attention to them. (Music and art are the exception.) And we remember how we felt more than what we wore, the awe or beauty of the moment rather than the weather. We remember highlights, at least I do. And while these fade for me over time, they attention never gone forever, never forgotten forever, never dead. Memories are alive as long as we are. It is imperitive to make them good ones. We must make as many good as possible. And those horrible ones, we must ask God to diminish and forgive where we can so memories strengthen and support and not bind in fear. Keep the good and ask God to take the bad and heal you and help you forgive so it does not cause harm or limitations.
As I have shared, I started walking a bit ago and am walking 5 out of 7 days a week now at least 1.5 miles a day. Yesterday, I doubled that. And here are the benefits so far: 1. I have toned down a bit. 2. I have a LOT more energy and stamina for the day (for instance, today I walked then mowed, cleaned the house, vacuumed, quilted, washed dishes, did laundry, cooked breakfast and lunch for everyone and it is 5:22pm). 3. My breathing is better. I was starting to snore and am not now (so my kids tell me lol). 4. My mood is better. Oh so much better. It gets rid of little frustrations and improves outlook and compensates for things not being quite what you want, thus fostering contentment. 5. It helps my back line up and feel better. 6. This one is most important, it gives me time alone to talk to God and start the day praising Him. Ahhhh. ❤
I hand sew. I have tried to use a machine but to me, it lacks flavor, meaning, passion. I want to place each stich carefully where I want it to go. I want it customized and full of love and meaning. Every inch of fabric and thread, I want to touch and be a part of positioning and stitching exactly where it should be. And that meaningful intention produces a quilt with a purpose, a journey to its home, a story, a love thing. I make quilts and any of my art with the exact same passion and drive I live my life. I want it to be purposeful, time consuming on purpose, tell a story, be a visual representation of what God made. I want to exude love, scream out that this was on purpose. I took my time and valued it. That, my friend, is exquisitely beautiful.