You know what I'm talking about...I know you do. This week, life has kicked me a bit....a week that could have been worse, but also could have been better. I got sick with these faulty intestines again last Sunday--not even three months post surgery. I won't go into it but it merited keeping the doctor updated daily and a long face to face visit a couple of days ago. I am thankful that I am improved this day. Not where I would like to be, but improved. I'll take it.
I have felt like doing very little all week and struggled with that. I want to keep going and going and as I age, the going is slower. When I have a sick week, the going is practically non-existent.
I have been trying in the busyness of life to make time for sewing. Sewing in my sewing room somehow just calms me. Does anyone know what I'm talking about? Maybe in your case, not sewing, but something that calms your mind and your life and somehow strengthens you. Yes, as a Christian I would say a morning devotion should do that and often it does for me, but life slaying me as it has this week, I needed to sew.
"Sew" (pun intended), I have done that today. I've repaired an Anna costume, hemmed an Elsa costume, did a slight alteration on a dress, finished a pillow, and am now in the midst of making a navy blue jumper with an orange gingham pumpkin on the front for The Grandbaby. (I will make another post with a picture when it's done if I'm proud enough of it. If it's sloppy and not what I imagined, forget the picture and the post.)
As much as I love the threads, the fabrics, the sound of the sewing machine, and even the mess in the room (The Husband rolls his eyes at the mess, but I can find everything.), it is not what calms my soul and spirit when I go in there to sew. As my music was playing and I was sewing happily today, I realized when my eyes got all watery and tears began to fall that the appeal is the fact that I can calm myself and let stresses and struggles fall away as I open my heart to the voice of my Heavenly Father. THAT'S the REAL difference. I LISTEN to the voice of my Heavenly Father and allow HIS spirit to touch me and "heal" the slain life of the day or week. I NEED THAT. It's my own fault I don't find that more often.
Today it was the music of "Holy Spirit, Thou art welcome in this place", "He is here, hallelujah, He is here, Amen", and "To God be the Glory, great things HE hath done" that touched me. I wasn't hearing it on my music player, but my heart was singing "Because He lives, I can face tomorrow....because He lives all fear is gone....Life is worth the living just because HE lives". Calm for the soul. Peace for the heart. Joy for the journey.
When I taught toddlers in Sunday School, I would often use the word "glory", especially this time of year. I thought and thought of how to explain to little ones what "glory" meant. It finally came to me and I used the definition of "YAY, God"! They understood that, and so now I say it often....YAY, GOD!
I need to adapt the "sewing" spirit in all the hours of my day, whether I am sewing or not. Or maybe I should remember that every hour of the day I am "sowing" something to everyone I come in contact with....
Consider....
I have felt like doing very little all week and struggled with that. I want to keep going and going and as I age, the going is slower. When I have a sick week, the going is practically non-existent.
I have been trying in the busyness of life to make time for sewing. Sewing in my sewing room somehow just calms me. Does anyone know what I'm talking about? Maybe in your case, not sewing, but something that calms your mind and your life and somehow strengthens you. Yes, as a Christian I would say a morning devotion should do that and often it does for me, but life slaying me as it has this week, I needed to sew.
"Sew" (pun intended), I have done that today. I've repaired an Anna costume, hemmed an Elsa costume, did a slight alteration on a dress, finished a pillow, and am now in the midst of making a navy blue jumper with an orange gingham pumpkin on the front for The Grandbaby. (I will make another post with a picture when it's done if I'm proud enough of it. If it's sloppy and not what I imagined, forget the picture and the post.)
As much as I love the threads, the fabrics, the sound of the sewing machine, and even the mess in the room (The Husband rolls his eyes at the mess, but I can find everything.), it is not what calms my soul and spirit when I go in there to sew. As my music was playing and I was sewing happily today, I realized when my eyes got all watery and tears began to fall that the appeal is the fact that I can calm myself and let stresses and struggles fall away as I open my heart to the voice of my Heavenly Father. THAT'S the REAL difference. I LISTEN to the voice of my Heavenly Father and allow HIS spirit to touch me and "heal" the slain life of the day or week. I NEED THAT. It's my own fault I don't find that more often.
Today it was the music of "Holy Spirit, Thou art welcome in this place", "He is here, hallelujah, He is here, Amen", and "To God be the Glory, great things HE hath done" that touched me. I wasn't hearing it on my music player, but my heart was singing "Because He lives, I can face tomorrow....because He lives all fear is gone....Life is worth the living just because HE lives". Calm for the soul. Peace for the heart. Joy for the journey.
When I taught toddlers in Sunday School, I would often use the word "glory", especially this time of year. I thought and thought of how to explain to little ones what "glory" meant. It finally came to me and I used the definition of "YAY, God"! They understood that, and so now I say it often....YAY, GOD!
I need to adapt the "sewing" spirit in all the hours of my day, whether I am sewing or not. Or maybe I should remember that every hour of the day I am "sowing" something to everyone I come in contact with....
Consider....
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