Today I am celebrating:
'Small' but meaningful things
Something needed to break today. And I'm glad it wasn't me.
Back to the sink I went to fill more up.
Back to my knees I go to fill me up.
So I can do it all again to-morrow.
From Adventures in Babywearing
Funny how such little things speak to us. Old traditions die hard with me, very hard. And criticism never seems to get anywhere with my stubborn mind. But I prayed two nights ago Lord change me. Starting tonight, starting right now. I know it won't happen overnight, but at the end of it all I want to see a change. So I'm changing, a little at a time. Finding what I love to do, figuring out a purpose for all these things in my life, and how to honour God in the little things. I wonder if maybe that's part of the purpose of this blog. Like how when I write something in feeling, it sounds okay to me, and I hope the reciever will enjoy it. But when they read it back, I think hey, that's me. I wrote that. And it sounds pretty good. I take strength in others recognizing an accomplishment. I think we all do. But I find strength in realizing my own self-worth. By myself. I'm saving photos for my 'House of Dreams.' I think I need to make one of my life of dreams- ie the one I've already lived. Something small or insignificant that meant something to me. Because all together, all those little things add up to something bigger, something that is ME. Something that just is, that exists, that lives breathes, creates, loves, learns and desires something bigger and better and greater. Something that tries to make each day mean something, and sometimes fails. But nevertheless gets back up and try again.
I made a shirt the other day. As in, measured, cut out, stitched together pieces of fabric to create something I could wear. Something completely selfish and practical. Something I didn't have to give away or put away in a box, something that was mine. Something I could take pride in, because I made it. Because I just saved us between 6 and 15 dollars, and made something I actually like, and actually fits. It's in my blood, this crafting gene. I didn't just pick it up from somewhere. But blame Anne's House of Dreams for the intense desire to start creating again. Booties for babies (my nieces and nephews), in the hope of creating something for myself one day down the road. One day came sooner than I thought, I guess. I can't wait to see what else I'll make, give away, or dress my kids in. I think about it before I fall asleep, and when I wake up. But I feel so long as I spend time with God, and make things not in pride but in the wonder of creation and the joy of passing something on to someone, He's okay with it, and smiles at my new occupation. Who knows why I don't have a paying Summer job, maybe God's waiting to see how I'll grow. Or maybe He's just giving me the time to grow...
On a side note, our tomato plants have three tiny green tomatoes. I am unbelievably excited to see them. To me, they are my babies, and I take pleasure and joy in watching them grow.
'Small' but meaningful things
Something needed to break today. And I'm glad it wasn't me.
Back to the sink I went to fill more up.
Back to my knees I go to fill me up.
So I can do it all again to-morrow.
From Adventures in Babywearing
Funny how such little things speak to us. Old traditions die hard with me, very hard. And criticism never seems to get anywhere with my stubborn mind. But I prayed two nights ago Lord change me. Starting tonight, starting right now. I know it won't happen overnight, but at the end of it all I want to see a change. So I'm changing, a little at a time. Finding what I love to do, figuring out a purpose for all these things in my life, and how to honour God in the little things. I wonder if maybe that's part of the purpose of this blog. Like how when I write something in feeling, it sounds okay to me, and I hope the reciever will enjoy it. But when they read it back, I think hey, that's me. I wrote that. And it sounds pretty good. I take strength in others recognizing an accomplishment. I think we all do. But I find strength in realizing my own self-worth. By myself. I'm saving photos for my 'House of Dreams.' I think I need to make one of my life of dreams- ie the one I've already lived. Something small or insignificant that meant something to me. Because all together, all those little things add up to something bigger, something that is ME. Something that just is, that exists, that lives breathes, creates, loves, learns and desires something bigger and better and greater. Something that tries to make each day mean something, and sometimes fails. But nevertheless gets back up and try again.
I made a shirt the other day. As in, measured, cut out, stitched together pieces of fabric to create something I could wear. Something completely selfish and practical. Something I didn't have to give away or put away in a box, something that was mine. Something I could take pride in, because I made it. Because I just saved us between 6 and 15 dollars, and made something I actually like, and actually fits. It's in my blood, this crafting gene. I didn't just pick it up from somewhere. But blame Anne's House of Dreams for the intense desire to start creating again. Booties for babies (my nieces and nephews), in the hope of creating something for myself one day down the road. One day came sooner than I thought, I guess. I can't wait to see what else I'll make, give away, or dress my kids in. I think about it before I fall asleep, and when I wake up. But I feel so long as I spend time with God, and make things not in pride but in the wonder of creation and the joy of passing something on to someone, He's okay with it, and smiles at my new occupation. Who knows why I don't have a paying Summer job, maybe God's waiting to see how I'll grow. Or maybe He's just giving me the time to grow...
On a side note, our tomato plants have three tiny green tomatoes. I am unbelievably excited to see them. To me, they are my babies, and I take pleasure and joy in watching them grow.
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