Moving

Sometimes life is very quiet around here, as quiet as a small house with 5 children can be, and sometimes thing are chaotic.

When you are walking with the Lord, life can change quickly and unexpectedly. We have had a lot of change lately. This summer we found ourselves joyfully expecting baby #6 and then sorrowfully having to say goodbye to that little one after 8 weeks of pregnancy. Only a few weeks after that loss, we decided to sell our house and move in with my in-laws. In two short weeks I will open my home to strangers in hopes that the like my home enough to make it their own. God's peace is an amazing thing! I don't like change and I like to be in control. Somehow, these changes have not been my undoing. God has given me peace, strength, and faith. When I think of myself, when I let my thought get to me, yes, I stumble. When I keep my eyes on Him, it all works out, and I have the peace that passes all understanding.

I don't have all of the answers, I no longer need them...I just trust and obey.
Pray I continue walking in Him.

Aprons

I love aprons, I just love them! For me there is something meaningful, purposeful, and completely feminine that happens when I put on an apron and get to work. I feel a connection to all the women who have come before me. For them an apron was ordinary, but it showed who they were and what they did.

Raising Olives and Sasha sews have gotten a giveaway for some fabulous aprons
check it out here.

http://raisingolives.com/2009/11/sasha-sews-apron-giveaway-and-review/comment-page-3/#comment-5692

Blogging, writing, and thinking

Time has flown and blogging has not been a priority. Funny, I love to read blogs, but writing or should I say typing is very different. I like writing, you know that old fashioned thing people used to do with paper and pen or pencil. I love the feel of a very sharp pencil on paper. A dull or squeaky pencil will never do. It reminds me of Anne Shirley, in one of her letters to Gilbert she tells him that she must have the perfect pen to write love letters. If the pen was not perfect, the letter full of the details of her life, but the romance was saved for another day. I understand this as I feel at a loss sometimes listening to the click clack of the keyboard. It is like texting...some of the romance is just missing.

Maybe I am showing my age. I am slowly being passed by, technology is just getting a little to creepy for me. Privacy has a whole different meaning these days. I wonder if any information is really confidential anymore. Could it be that the only privacy we have anymore is in our own minds? It seems to be that even freedom of original thought may be at risk these days as well.