Exodus or Exile: Our Daily Choice

This past Sunday my pastor got me thinking about this idea of my own choices.  Two of the main studies in the Jewish Faith is the Exodus recounting when God redeemed the Jews for himself by freeing them from their Egyptian slavery and the traumatic Exile from their homeland where their Temple was destroyed along with their freedom.

The words Exodus and Exile are totally deserving of a capital E!  Not so much for most of us on a daily basis.  Nevertheless, think about the choices we have in this overall vision of our day, if you will.

Life is an exodus, a journey to where we want to be.  Daily.  What are our goals we want to accomplish?  Unless perfect people are reading this blog of mine, I’m believing many of you are like me.  I want to do better in so many areas, like relationships with others, the tasks of navigating daily chores, and enjoying my “toys”.  I want to smile more, worry less.

It may help to remember that nothing in this life stays the same.  To some degree we are all on a journey – it’s either an exodus, a day lived in freedom, or we surrender our selves to a self-appointed exile.

Be thankful Christ is with us.  If God’s light isn’t shining through brightly enough, perhaps we can find ways to let the love Jesus taught us show more.  Think about the analogy of the clay jars and add a few more holes in there.  Jesus promised that God is with us, each and every one of us, we just need to find ways for the light of His message to get out there.

So, I think I’ll start by smiling more, speaking more kindly, especially to anyone I pass in my journey.  And make more cards to actually send out.

It’s up to each of us individually – it’s either exodus or exile.  You choose.

Let’s Start with Coffee

Finally getting started on scrapping photos from our “running from Matthew” recently.  I’ve collected several photos, because that’s what I do, and am debating whether to put in an album all by themselves.  Usually I just stick my pages all in chronological order, whether special event or just a capture of everyday times.

30805758456_a6f4294798_bThe layouts are in chronological order once they are slipped into the albums, but I never quite seem to scrap them in order, so this certainly wasn’t the first set of photos.

The small blocks of papers in the background are from a scrapper named Gabriella.  We each participated in a swap with each other by sending a business sized envelope of scraps from our recent layouts to each other with the goal of seeing what we make out of them this month.  I laid out her scraps on my table.  Knowing I wanted to start scrapping my travel out of hurricane’s way these photos from the coffee shop caught my eye as likely matching some of her paper assortment.  I liked this background solid for tying them all together, the photos and the patterned papers.  Because of the busy photos and busy collection of patterns in the background I matted the pics in ivory.  Used a Cricut cartridge for the title letters.  The Fun Stampers Journey stamp set used here is just perfect.  For the word “Amazing” I colored it in with my new FSJ gel pens.  There are quite a few die cuts used here from FSJ also.

Kris and I really enjoyed our cup!

Is the Child Free to Think?

Are you ever reminded of a time in the past that you wish you had handled differently?

When it comes to relationships I often am.  Today while shopping for a few miscellaneous things in Walmart a small child was slapped by the man pushing her cart.  She was whining a little, trying to say something she was interested in.  Kids are always wanting something when they are paraded through the aisles of a store, that’s human nature.  This particular child wasn’t even obnoxious as many I have heard tend to get when wanting something. He was loud, forceful, and totally rude.  He certainly stopped her from asking for whatever it was and there was no more whining, just a low, pitiful cry from her tiny voice.

This pushed me into instant depression, despite my efforts to let it go in my head.  When I get depressed I often revert back to all the things I’ve done wrong in my life.  I become full of regret, mostly regarding my children.

On my drive home, trying to pull myself away from dwelling in regret, I wanted to share my wisdom with someone in the hopes of lessening their potential for future regret.  It’s like that with any knowledge I get, I always think of who I want to share it with.  I had hit on this thought of a parent listening to what their child thinks without blowing them off or telling them they shouldn’t think like that, no matter what.

Since Leia is the “wind beneath my wings” I thought of things I wanted to say to her mother.  This little girl is often the reason I stay afloat some days.  If she is sad, I feel her devastation most deeply.  When she is happy and delighted about something I, too, am all smiles.

Here is what I wish I had done with my children: Listen to what they are feeling without adding judgment.  This is critical to get them to trust us with their whole being.  As it is, it seems they are only free to tell us what they think we want to hear.  What if we let them tell us about the negative thoughts, also?  Unfortunately, a parent wants to squelch that negative notion, and thereby banishing their fears.  That doesn’t seem to be working out well.  Telling a 5 year old not to have negative thoughts – how is that working out?

It’s not just about any negative thought the child has, they may have a variety of likes and dislikes they are told to forget, to keep to themselves.  Shouldn’t we try to understand all those thoughts our child has?  If we do we may better understand what makes them function as they do – sweet or naughty.

Getting a child to feel comfortable revealing anything to the parent allows for much better communication between the two.  I wish I had done that so maybe my children would have come to me with what was bothering them, with what they perceived was troubling in their life.  It is human nature to seek comfort and relief in some form or another, unfortunately, that avenue could be self-destructive.  Or, at the minimum, they can choose to distance themselves from us and we will never really know them at the heart.

What should we do then, just let them have negative thoughts?  No, we don’t want that.  What we should want if for the child to be comfortable with telling us everything because this is a test of what kind of relationship bond the two are to have later on.  We listen first and when the child is ready to hear a solution then we offer one.  I don’t believe we help them over their fear by simply telling them to “get over it”.

Here is a simplified example of an exchange.

Mom: Please go pick out your jammies, its bath time.

Child: I can’t.

Parent: Why not?

Child: My room is dark.

Parent: Well, turn on the light!

Child: I’m scared of the dark.

This is where the parent may resort to yelling at the child to get over it, right?

What if we opened up a dialogue with the child to discover what was really going on.  Maybe the child is apprehensive about what might be in the dark, or struggles to reach the right spot for the light, or doesn’t want to get the jammies because it means bath time which inevitable means bed time and wants to procrastinate against that.  It doesn’t matter what, it is a chance to explore what is going on in the child’s mind.  If it is just the fear of the dark, perhaps the child can wait for a moment and the parent will accompany the child so they both can check out what waits in the dark.  Soon enough the child lets go of the fear because so far there wasn’t anything to be afraid of for sure.  As for the rest of the reasons, the parent has honestly listened to and acknowledged the child, and moves on in the natural order of events.  Even if the child didn’t get her way, she got herself heard, and there is quite some satisfaction in that.

It doesn’t have to be complicated if we just pause before spouting out what they “should” think.  We should never tell them they are stupid for thinking that or feeling that way. They can’t help what they think at a tender age, they need to be guided by someone they can trust to understand, no matter what.

One of my biggest fears today is that I will not be understood and accepted for who I really am.  Relationships are still very hard for me, I can’t open up and share my true feelings.  It takes a good amount of openness for strong relationships with others to develop.

Let’s listen to what someone thinks, without being judgmental. Our little ones need to know that what they think just is and can be dealt with without judgment against their person, and is not something to be hushed and buried.

A Visit from Dr. Martin Luther

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If you will allow me a moment to explain, you may enjoy this moment we shared at church today.

Our pastor, Rev. Judd Ludder, began telling us “We will have a visit from Dr. Martin Luther on Reformation Sunday.”  It was a day to pull out our red for sure, but, knowing that the veil between the living and the dead isn’t that thin, we wondered what he might be up to since he wasn’t known to be an outright fibber.

However, Pastor Ludder is known for great sermons full of insight straight from the Word of our Lord that always succeeds in further enlightenment for our journey as Christians.  I’m saying he always fulfills my weekly need to replenish my soul during worship on Sunday mornings.  Not only does he provide details about the surrounding times of the Scripture, but we are assured of getting the meaningful message God intends us to hear.

Okay, so, how he pulled off this trick of bringing Dr. Luther to us was actually by way of his disappearing and returning in costume.  The congregation loved it.

Could he have just talked about the history of the Reformation?  Could he have reminded us of Martin Luther’s reasons and the path he took?  But, I ask you, “would it have been as absorbing?”  Pastor Ludder put us in the frame of mind of hearing the history as if we were actually hearing it from the man himself.  I heard it anew, myself, in a new light, on a more personal level of understanding of the person Luther was.  It helps to comprehend how the Lutheran church was formed, not to put down the Catholic Church, but to turn it around to be what the Bible intended.  At that time in history the Catholic Church was making a mockery of the religion and preying on the faithful, disregarding God’s true intention for the believers by selling forgiveness.  Today, we are grateful to enjoy a close relationship between our churches, both headed in the direction of God’s intention for us.

It’s always a good thing to learn more about our history and I, for one, am thankful to Pastor Ludder for his “visual aide” this morning.  His messages always inspire me, whether I need scolding or encouraging, he says tells the truth that I’m sure Jesus wants me to hear.  This man is truly led by the Holy Spirit.

God bless Pastor Ludder and God bless Joy Lutheran Church.

Amen!

Hugs to all my friends and followers.  Hope your Reformation Sunday was as eventful in such a positive way for you as it was for me.

Craft it and Hit the Treadmill

November 05 draws near.  I have two more little bags cut out (Suzy Sacks) that I need to sew.  I can think of a couple more things I need to finish up in the paper crafting area too.  Then I want to spread out what I have created for the craft sale and view what I have so far.  Do still have a little bit of time to make something else but will need to get a move on it.  Here are two pics to share, a kitchen towel with topper and an owl pillow.

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My DD took these pics to show to someone so thought I’d share them here too.

I’ve gone back to the site “My Fat Secret” to log what I eat.  I tend to eat too much, especially nuts, if I don’t log everything.  Even though I eating healthier foods I still need to watch how much I eat.  Can’t loose weight if I don’t.  Also, since I am eating more on target of what works for me, which is no wheat or any grain whatsoever, I need to exercise more too.  We went back to Planet Fitness this morning – yea!  I was determined to stay on the treadmill for 30 minutes and I did.img_1598Don’t judge me!  I know it isn’t much compared to some gym goers, but I haven’t been in months and I reached my goal for the day.  Now, to see what other exercises I can do too.

Looking forward to the time where I can get back to playing with my crafty stuff for me.  Having scrapbook withdrawals.  The Thursday card classes at the library aren’t totally fun, it requires lots of prep first so not all “my time” there.

Sometime in Nov. I am going with Kris to Orlando for the Be Amazing Tour with Richard Garay.  Spending Friday night there and driving back after the event on Saturday.  Should be a lot of happy times – Richard is such a treat, always fun!  It’s the first such event I get to go to with Kristy since it in here in the area.

Just felt like doing a post today, so thanks for joining me here.  Have a marvelous experience in doing what works for you.  Remember to be happy in the moment, after all, this moment moment is all we have.  Taking my own advise now and not going to worry about how many craft items I have done, just going to go sew for a while.

If you have the time I’d love to read a comment from you.  It’s always a welcome addition to our blogs, don’t you think?

Hugs,

Joyce

 

What I Did During Evac

My community did well in the grand scheme of hurricanes recently.  So grateful that when we returned home we found all was well.  The worst damage I have actually viewed is some limbs and fencing down.

Ruby, our chicken, was securely sequestered in the garage.  Kristy unrolled a bundle of fencing wire, secured a couple of old sheets over the top to keep her from flying out, and set in her water and plenty of food.  Once Matthew had blown over Kristy asked a friend to go get Ruby out if all was well.  It was.  Even her coop was still standing.  Being a transplanted city boy, Mark had never actually held a chicken before.  He did beautifully.  We knew he would because Ruby has been held often and so is comfortable with being picked up.  Mark send Kristy a fun text telling her that he just couldn’t understand what she was telling him. “She kept saying bawk-bawk, etc”.  Made us laugh.  We were so grateful to him for doing that for us.  We feared that as the heat rose in the garage she might expire in there.

During the short time I had to prepare to leave home, I chose to take the various packs of patterned papers from a bottom shelf with me to go through and organize.  Taking a few stamping supplies, of course, would be the thing to do while we sat in the room at night as well.  It would be like a mini-retreat.

What a surprise to discover that all the rooms west of us were booked.  Kristy started checking as I was driving.  She found one in Spring hill for the first night but it would only be for tonight as all was booked for the next few nights.  So the next closest was Pensacola after that.

Sometimes the Internet can be untrustworthy as in our case for the Pensacola motel.  It was not as represented on line.  It was smaller than it appeared.  There was no pool.  There was no table, only a shelf and one chair.  And there was nowhere else with a vacancy either.  I insisted they find me another chair.

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Here is a shot of the pups when we went out.  When they are in their kennel they are happy.  The big girl, Zoey, is always fine.

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We did do some stamping, Kristy colored, I did a card. And I got the packs of patterned 12 x 12’s organized and in envelopes.

“Olaf” Sweet Crafty Toys

These are for my great grands – the ball for Jovi and the little bag for Tiny Tot.olaf-toys01

The pattern for the ball came from “Patchwork Puzzle Balls” by Jinny Beyer. With the template I fussy cut the characters and used French terry for the squares to add some texture for the little man.  This book is totally intriguing and I love doing these balls.

“Suzy’s Sack” is from a pattern by This and That Patterns.  Leia has always enjoyed purses so I’m confident she will like having this one too.  Instead if a “D” ring I added a ribbon loop.  She doesn’t need a metal ring since she isn’t carrying keys yet.  This was my first time with this pattern but I can say the instructions were good.

These will be added to their Christmas gifts when we send a box out to them.

Tangerine Wristlet with Bows

While waiting for my daughter yesterday I took my crocheting with me.  Using some Lily Sugar and Cream I began a little clutch.  There was a photo on Pinterest of a yellow bag I liked but I created my own version.

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Last night while sitting around watching folks play darts I nearly finished it.  This morning I figured out how I wanted to make the lining.

The little clutch bag is finished off with a frilly fold over top flap, bows tied into the open areas of the stitch, a double strand of chain stitches for the wristlet, and a zippered lining with a pocket for a card or cash.

The main skein is variegated intermingled with a solid. I do enjoy working with this yarn, works up well and being a natural fiber is always a plus.

I think tomorrow I will add another photo to show the actual size in a person’s hand, it’s really a nice size.

Here is a view of me holding the purse:

tangerinebowsfullview_e1I like the size. Large enough to hold the necessities and yet small enough to carry around without being a burden.

Tuesday Morning 15 Years Ago

Many of us have memories of that fateful Tuesday morning fifteen years ago. The empathy and deepest sympathy incurred that day are surly some of the strongest that have been shared among all the people of the world. It planted profound and intense memories.

If you are old enough, do you still vividly see in your mind’s eye the events as they unfolded? I do. Although there was no personal loss for me I still shudder when I think of what the survivors and loved ones must still feel.

My job required us to stay abreast of the latest news that could affect the state of the national special telephone equipment we had to keep running. I can still see the TV screens. I looked from screen to screen around the room, not believing what was showing on one, hoping it would be different on another. Sure enough the circuits locked up. No telephone circuit could be prepared for that amount of traffic.

Once the shock subsided the thought of my own loved ones arrived front and center. Daughter was stationed at a Master Jet base. She would be powerfully engaged in activity as an ordinance technician. I would have to wait to hear from her I knew. I believed she would be safe. Still I anxiously awaited that confirmation. My granddaughter was in my care until the end of the current school year, 5th grade. School was still in session so I knew she, too, would be cared for and that the school officials would keep them from the scary news. Her aunt, our neighbor who worked at the school, would take her home until I left work; she would keep her from fear if she realized the part the military and her mother would play in this horrendous tragedy.

I wore red, white and blue to church today. There was absolutely no mention of it today by anyone, except one woman who wore a flag-styled top. She and I spoke after the service. Did I really expect the pastor to mention it? Maybe. Does it really matter? Is there a need nine-eleven-mefor us to be verbally reminded? Probably not. Strange though.

Times have changed in 15 years. The pain eases. We look for the good out of the ashes. Literally, I just read about a photographer who was in New York covering Hewett’s US Open win when his employer assigned him to document the tragedy. There in the gray world of rubble and ash he spotted an unburned photograph of a woman and baby. It is a good story, one of simply being somewhere else when the Trade Center went down. http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/special-features/in-depth/from-the-ashes-of-september-11/news-story/6171991f8bdb47ec86b401e12a014c7b

Dwelling on the past is never a good thing. The past is gone and can not be changed, that is the truth. Perhaps remembering “9-11” isn’t such a good thing. Let remembrances come upon us once in a while as they may, but make sure they leave quickly and we do not live there.

Stay in the Now, folks. That’s where it’s at!

Speaking of now, let’s get something crafty going on!

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Hello My Lovely

The September “Scrap-lift” challenge is up and I got Michele’s gallery to choose from. She has a Lea France page so I had to do that page.  Her page is of her baby granddaughter and all pink with a patterned (striped) base page.  She has lots of small photos which I rarely have so mine is different.

My pics are random shots of Leia, some of which I could cut down a little to fit in this Stain Glass Lea France stencil.  I’ve added a few stamped embellishments that DD colored up with Copics for me.  Using my Stamp-a-ma-jig I added the sentiments on the crumb cake card stock.  I have a little pink glitter paper in there too.  This very old pattern paper is SU and I like the girly look it gives with these photos. Although the pattern next to the photos isn’t solid, it sort of reads as solid.  Kristy commented that I seem to use a lot of glitter paper with my stencil pages.  Perhaps it is my way of adding some “bling” and still keeping it simple.  I decided on small words that I printed and encircled with a gel pen to help tie in the variety of photos, uniting the collection.

Each photo for me is a delightful memory of time spent with my little precious.  Most photos are from early April and the bottom two are early May.  I cherish my time with her and now that she is so far away it will be unlikely I’ll see her much. We do get the have some “Face time” on the phone though.

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