Baby, it’s cold outside! If it weren’t for the puppy (and dog….and ducks…and hens…and goats…), I think I’d just stay indoors all winter long. The biting cold on my face in the morning darkness has been, however, just what I’ve needed to start each day.
Christmas morning was blessedly quiet, but that afternoon was mournfully quiet, what with the death of my friend’s baby at 8 months pregnant. We’re so very thankful that she, herself, physically pulled through. Still, it’s hard.
So, it’s been quiet around the house. It’s been hard to find words, so I’ve just been working with my hands, thinking, praying. I did finish one project:
I sure wish hearts were as easy to mend as they are to cut out of felt and sew.
I’m about halfway finished blanket-stitching an applique in the middle of a quilt, too.
And the skein of wool I spun last autumn finally got picked up. It’s not perfect; it has thick and thin areas, and parts that didn’t twist well. But it feels nice. I think I’ll make a hat out of it. If nothing else, just to remind me that God can take what looks like (and is) a mess and create something good out of it. I need Him to show me how, and I think the clicking of the needles, in time, will allow me to hear His heart even in this, too.
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