Psalm 84:12 “… blessed is the one who trust in you!”

Blessed.
Just what is being blessed?
A sense of contentment?
A full cup?
Peace?
Is it abundance – or over abundance?
Is it physical?
Spiritual?
Mental?
Is it tangible?
Or a state of mind?

Trust.
Believing.
Relying on.
Turning to.
Stepping out onto a bridge that isn’t
even complete.
Knowing the ‘brick and mortar’ required
to finish the job is supplied by a loving God.
A God who asks that I call Him Father.

The greatest blessing?
Trusting.
Trust in God.
THAT  fills me up!
Gives me peace,
and makes me lie down in green pastures
of Contentment.

Surely –
blessed is the one who trust in God!

Amen.

That picture?
The one below?
With the cat and the knitting?

Well, that’s my project for my Scarf Swap –
the one I’m doing with the Lobstah Sistahs!

And being – as it is – that I’m too A.D.D. to
actually follow a pattern? I have to make up
my own. The pattern that fits ME – for the moment!
*LOL*

So, instead of knitting a swatch?
I knit the scarf or whatever – and if it’s
not to my liking? I rip it out and start over.

Which of course I have done with the afore mentioned Scarf!

However? I was able to readjust the pattern and have now
happily knit up all the yarn I ripped out PLUS some!

I’ll post more pictures later … right now?

I AM LATE …..

This will be one of those blogs ….
the kind I write “on the fly” ….
’cause. Well, just because.

I’m getting ready to eat sausage gravy,
with biscuits.
Made special by my Sweet Daughters.

We they decided to  make  breakfast
(last night) and then we’ll go Farmer’s Marketing in
two different towns … stopping on the way for YARD SALES,
and directing the excursion to the Local Yarn Shop!!!

My hair looks fab today.
I’m going to wear my new Old Navy top and
my new shoes with my capri jeans. If I had a
hat … hmmm? Maybe I should go back to the
antique store and buy that hat? It was 10.00.
and It FIT MY BIG HEAD!!! ( and those of you
who know me I’m not exaggerating the size of my head!)

My shoulder is still in pain. I mixed TWENTY SEVEN Loaves
of Beer Bread Wednesday. It took a few hours from start to finish
and I was in misery when I got done. And still am hurting pretty bad.
HOWEVER …… I sold EVERY loaf!!! Well, my girls sold them.
At the Open Air Market on Thursday evening. Emily made FOURTEEN
loaves of Whole Wheat and sold hers! And Molly made PUMPKIN Cookies!
(I am so glad she didn’t sell them all – Y.U.M.) She sold ALL of the pumpkin
bread (18 small loaves) that we baked together!

In my ‘down’ time?
I knit.
And then I post my Wool Soaker Longies on my Etsy …
and they sell! So if you want to see them? You have to go
to my “Sold” items! I even sold my Sockies .... Thank you, Mandie Leigh!

Well … that’s all for now.
There’s more ‘news’ …. but, I’ll save that to share at a later time.

Blessings …. all-week-long-Blessings!

P.S.
We watched a movie last night on the computer – via Netflix.
Loved it …. you might, too. Rent it sometime – or view it on Netflix.com!
“I’m Reed Fish” … see link below ….

I went CAMPING –
in a TENT –
with my DAUGHTERS –
with OUT electricity!!!

And I was sitting there –
KNITTING – of course – and I looked up?
And right there in front of me –

a Conch Shell ….
tuscany colored –
weather worn –
still whole –
but beat up by the surf.

It was beautiful
And it was mine.

Thank you.

Proof?

Here’s the pic …..

For more Beach and Camping shots?
Parkes Girls Photos ….

Happy September Week …..

UPDATE: …. (The Wool Longie Soakers have been SOLD.)

I can see myself.
At three.
I’ve injured myself and I’m in pain. I’m not sure where I hurt or how.
I could be bleeding.
Swollen. Or broken.
All I know is I hurt. And I don’t know how to make it stop!

So you see me.
Running in circles.
Crying.
Wailing.
And I won’t let you touch me. Or pick me up.
I run away.

Then.
In walks One who loves me.
And He says … “Child, be still.”

Gently, He lifts me;
with strong, sure arms and sets me up high.
He searches my self for wounds.
He speaks to me in quiet tones and wipes my tears.
Then, He cleans the wounds.
And I cry harder.
It appears the cure is as painful as the injury ….
and He says softly –
“Be still.”
And I am.

Now time is passed.
And my crying subsides.
I sit still by my Friend and He lovingly applies balm to each wound.
He reminds me of His Love and shows me His care.
I am still and He smiles and offers me Peace.
I lie down and Rest and His glory stands guard.
His Peace fills my heart,
His love binds my wounds and
this child begins to heal …
and run ….
and play …
and tell of the Friend who has made her well.

Amen.
8/25/07

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