My little Einstein Junior clearly didn't want his picture taken today.
These are my tenth and eleventh baby blankets this year! I am so excited! I took the first five I made to Her Choice several weeks ago. The lady I gave them to was super excited to see them. She said that they offer parenting classes, and anyone who attends gets points. Every Wednesday they let everyone go "shopping" in a store of baby items they've collected, and the parents can use their points toward stuff. She said she would definitely put my blankets in the store. At that point another worker came out from the back and exclaimed over the blankets. She rubbed the bright and colorful one and said the Latinas would love that one. A few days later I got a thank you letter in the mail. :-) So when I have five more ready, I'll take them again and ask how the blankets were received and if anyone "bought" any yet.
For January and February's devotionals, I read the Bible on my computer using Power Bible. Every day, I would read the chapter and click back and forth to Word writing up the questions. For March, I had an idea. We have so many Bibles in our house, and one of them has someone's name in it that I don't even know. I think my husband said that a bus kid left it at church one day when he was in high school and she never came back, so he brought it home and it's been ours ever since (ever since the late 90s!).
So I took this Bible and decided to underline important phrases, and several times a month I would go through with the Bible and write questions based on what I had underlined. For a while, I just used black ink.
I see I am at least 12 days late with this. I have March's devotional all ready to post about, but I figured I should write about February's first.
This month I had to change several things, first and most important was the yarn bookmark. You can see the red yarn from last month--there's not hardly any left. I have no idea how this happened.
I can't believe what I did here. I bought this camo yarn at Michael's a month or so ago, and I got two skeins because I just felt like the blanket I would make from it would need two skeins. So I crocheted the first skein into the first half of a blanket. The stitches felt a little tight, but I didn't think anything of it. Until I looked in my bucket and saw my other hook.
I have been taught all my life that God is a good God, rewarding those who love Him with blessings that abound. He loves to give His good things to His good children.
But I thought maybe I had somehow fallen off the grid, because I looked at all the wicked people, and I genuinely wanted what they had! They lived long lives, full of robust health. They invested wisely and knew just when to cash out.
I mean, they had good fortune and they knew it, never passing up an opportunity to lord their successes over others' heads. Nothing bad ever happened to them, causing them to push the boundaries and break a few skulls to acquire more materialism. They had so much, they literally had "more than heart could wish".
(I made the first two bags almost a year and a half ago, just fyi.)
I wanted to make a piano bag for my son, who had just started taking lessons. He had four books and at five years old, desperately needed a bag to carry them all. This green material was the bottom part of an old curtain I probably got at a yard sale several years ago. My husband's family is doing their best to prejudice EJ against anything orange and blue (it's a football thing), but honestly I was just looking for material that I had already that would match; and this orange went nicely with the green.
Ever since my stroke, the back of my right hand hurts like a thousand tiny needles are being jabbed into my skin whenever my hand gets cold. Normally, you would think, wear gloves. But ever since I was little, the palms of my hands stay perpetually sweaty. Most of the time, they are just bad enough that lotion feels really gross; once in a while it will be so bad that if I were to shake your hand, you would want to wipe your hand off afterward. That's mostly just when I'm nervous, though. So I don't want to wear gloves all the time, because as the back of my hand is cold, my palm is hot. I turned my creative juices on and brainstormed. This is what I came up with last winter:
I found this recipe, where else?, on pinterest. The lady's blog linked to the original, where you can find the recipe and professional-looking pictures. Here are my amateur photos. First you get some refrigerated pie crust and cut it into 1 1/2 by 2 in squares. This is what I had left over.
There was this song I knew once, back when I was a kid, and part of it went like this:
“I’m marching to the beat of a different drum. Don’t let this world fit you into their mold. Go ahead, speak up, stand, and be bold. Follow the Lord—trust in His Word. Buck the crowd; be a little different.”
I always liked that song because the tune was a little peppy, and in my mind I could imagine the little girl who sang it dancing around on stage in her pink cowgirl boots, cutely admonishing the crowd to do what’s right, even when no one will join you.
Who am I, you ask?
In 2006 I had a stroke, and every day my husband encourages me to use my remaining brain cells to the best of my ability. I love to organize, make crafts, and go on adventures (safe ones). I hope that through my blog posts, you will be encouraged to accept and make the best of challenges God throws at your life.