April. Spring. New. Dreams. A Vision. Hope. Waiting. Questions. Pondering.
I am sewing, have always sewed. Literally, what now, tote bags. Useful, fun, good gifts, ??
Knitting, always knitting, now, can't seem to knit a short sock row without becoming ill, and I mean nauseous.
Eating, trying, totally raw, feel great when I am on it totally, I am learning how, new recipes, ways of fixing food, and food shopping. I do, now have some favorites, that even a non-raw foodists would I think, love.
Wanting to weave, just throw myself into it, do it! Experience and enlarge that venue!
Painting, oils, watercolors, also a huge desire in me.
I have learned with my knitting, having not grown up doing it, dabbled in it when I was a young mother, threw it down, and put it away, I am left handed, and there was nobody to show you, and no directions that were for you.
But then when the kids were gone, I picked it up, I knitted scarf after scarf. Then hand warmers, a start to a sweater or tank, many times over...then just over a year ago, I made a promise to myself to knit, everyday, even if it was just a row. To try new things, it worked, I knitted socks, lace, sweaters. Learned cables, short rows, better at the basics, and the shaping. Still growing into new things with it...it is a love.
But then there is sewing, quilting. Fitting in all the things that I do love to do, and want to do. There are still things out there that interest me so much it hurts... You live with that when you are a creative person, when you allow yourself to be an ARTIST! I use to hate the word, it was not a good word, people only associated "crafty" with it...I hated that word. I saw crocheted kleenex boxes, and plastic needlework objects, barbie doll clothes...
Now, in society, and I think because of the internet, you can be an artist, and have respect for whatever you medium is. That, after all these years, is nice, not that having that recognition makes it more so. You, (I), were an artist, first, no matter if it was accepted or not, we were.
So now, pondering what all these pieces that I do, and are a part, not a whole of my life, my creating in each day, means. How do, will they fit together, where are they leading me too. Trusting in God, as He unfolds His plan in my life, in my work, will I pray tell soon. We must enjoy the process, even when we don't understand it, or know where it is leading us. It will make sense, for His ways are higher than ours. He leads us on a path, we don't know, so that we will trust Him, His love for us. His using the "things" in our life to teach us, grow us. Bless us! Whether you believe it or not, He is not religion, He is the person, of God, sent to die for our sins. So we could have abundant life, yes to KNOW where you are going in the after life. But NOW, where you are, with what you are living, going through. All of it. Waiting for you to come to Him, for He is a gentleman and will not push or impose Himself onto anyone. Waiting for you to give Him what is hard, hurting, bad, wrong. He will turn it around, into something good, for you, for me, He will make sense of it all, by His spirit, as you allow Him into your heart. Healing you, touching you, wiping away the tears, the sorrow. Turning you mourning into dancing! So I will hope, and wait on my Lord, for He knows the way I must take, and I TRUST Him! Fully!
He knows the very number of hairs upon our head...why do you worry, does He not feed the sparrows and care for them, how much more will He care for you....
