tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80613730003138429372024-03-12T23:51:45.624-05:00a Homespun HeartAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02573775042815456503noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061373000313842937.post-12943394919664390472012-02-20T14:58:00.001-06:002012-02-20T15:00:46.532-06:00Happy MondayAre you all having a great President's Day? We are.<br />
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This morning (and into the afternoon) we visited the home of a very sweet friend. Her two littles played with my two littles while we chatted about life, school, faith and family. Isn't that always honey for the soul?<br />
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Now we're back home and the kiddos are silently reading for an hour. I'm about to sneak back into the sewing room to work on a special project for a precious new client. It's a good day. I'm thankful.<br />
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I line up at the block. I set my focus on what's ahead. And when the whistle blows, I'm off and on my way. Darting toward the finish.<br />
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But then something happens almost every single time after the race has begun. I look to my left or to my right. I become distracted. I get bored. Overwhelmed. Anxious. Afraid. Tired. I forget my motivation, so I just stop and drop the baton mid-race. I don't even pass it off for someone else to carry.<br />
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If I'm honest, I'll also admit that I've usually left room to justify my reasons for dropping the baton. Before I even began the race, I unwittingly plotted away at my exit strategy. After all, if I wasn't entirely committed in the first place, then I really didn't quit or give up on anything anyway. *shrug* Nonchalance. A defense for my own self-doubt.<br />
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What I'm beginning to discover is that if I spend my time doing {no matter how tiny the project or task} that it helps me to better filter my dreaming too. Some of those ideas really aren't good-- at least for me. I'm a realist. But if I try it and finish it at least once, then I can better sort through what I love to do versus what was simply a neat idea. After I've tried, I can hone in on what makes me tick and look for what ideas beget more/better ideas? A sweet cycle of joy emerges in the process.<br />
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I wrote recently that I never ever considered myself a creative person-- and it's true. I didn't. But now, I don't know. I feel a little bit like a creative fraud. That since I never really dreamed it, that surely it couldn't be. That a painting, a sunset, a stack of fabric, a clothing design, a splash of unexpected color on an old barn...that surely just because it evokes something in me doesn't mean I'm creative, right? Or does it?<br />
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Did God create me to create? I'm still dreaming. Only now I'm working on doing too. I couldn't be more thankful for the opportunity to just soak it all up and enjoy the new work that God is creating in me. All I know for sure is that an adventure lies ahead, and it's bound to be good. <br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02573775042815456503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061373000313842937.post-27528797192034961262012-02-15T22:54:00.001-06:002012-02-15T22:54:41.215-06:00To Homeschool or Not to HomeschoolWe spend our days a little cooped up here at the Smith house. Between homeschooling, the cold dreary winter, Jeremy's unconventional work schedule and a teeny-tiny house, even for an introvert, I feel a little stir crazy.<br />
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But you know what? <b>I actually don't feel stir crazy to get out of the house-- I feel stir crazy to have some time <i>ALONE</i></b>-- or even one-on-one with friends and family. <br />
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Last year, we sent Peyton to a wonderful little Christian school run by missionaries with YWAM in Tyler, TX. At the time I felt like I should get the "Mother-of-the-Year" award <i>(note sarcasm here)</i>. I had every intention of homeschooling Peyton for Kindergarten, but when I heard about CHS, and given that we were in a new state and Peyton desperately needed some new friends, it just felt right in our spirit. So off he went to school all day...on a bus...24 miles away from home. Gasp! But nonetheless, it was unequivocally the right choice for that season too.<br />
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<br />When our time in Texas came to an end and we migrated back North, homeschooling was our <strike>only </strike>best option on the table for first grade. Given that we weren't sure exactly where we would land, it only made sense that we could best give Peyton and Parker some stability by teaching them at home and letting them get involved once again with activities here that included their old friends. It was/is the right choice for the moment.<br />
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Now that we're nearing the end of first grade, I'm feeling the nudge to get Peyton back in a classroom-- and Parker in one next year too. For all of the frenetic pace that can come along with rushing to finish homework assignments and spend quality time together in the midst of a "conventional" schooling schedule, it does bring something to the table that I love: a time to refresh, recharge and reorganize my thoughts, my life and my schedule.<br />
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So here we stand on the precipice of another year, and as we move forward, we have decided to pursue the possibility of putting the kids in private school. In no way am I anti-public school either, but for right now, private school is simply the best fit for my two sweet peas. <br />
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Homeschooling is rewarding. It's wonderful in it's own right. I so very much appreciate that it is always a viable option. But right now, I'm thankful for schools too. And tonight I'm grateful that as we wait and see what doors the Lord opens up for our family that we have such wonderful options to consider.<br />
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I'll keep you posted!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02573775042815456503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061373000313842937.post-2951618451186387812012-02-14T21:48:00.000-06:002012-02-14T21:53:32.506-06:00Joy: A Mini Quilt and Auction for Ashley Hackshaw of Lil Blue BooI've been on a little creative journey for the past couple of years. Never ever EVER would I have suspected that I might just fall in love with creating <i>anything </i>(except my children...they're pretty great)! But somewhere along the way, blogs came on the scene. And splashed on the pages of those blogs was inspiration. Fabric and color and words and ideas started swirling around in my brain. Something finally clicked and I realized that it was OK to be inspired by someone. And oddly enough, I don't think that I knew what inspiration was before then. Aspiration, yes. Inspiration, not so much.<br />
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Ashley Hackshaw over at <a href="http://www.lilblueboo.com/" target="_blank">Lil Blue Boo</a> was one of those initial few people to capture my heart by way of the creative. The first thing that won me over was her heart to <i>SHARE</i> creativity with the world. Not only through her shop, but by offering oodles and oodles of tutorials as well. I'm pretty sure that I immediately subscribed to her blog-- and I'm so thankful that I did. <br />
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It followed that I fell in love with Ashley's positivity, joy, strength and spunk. She has purposed to "Choose Joy" in each and every circumstance that life throws her way. So when life threw her a curve ball this fall and an invasive cancerous tumor began as a result of a molar pregnancy, it kind of rocked my heart too. But Ashley is one amazing fighter. Full of life. Full of faith. Overflowing with JOY.<br />
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(Click on the photo of Ashley below to see more about her journey) <br />
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A sweet group of women affectionately dubbed "Team Ashley" sent me an email asking if I was interested in donating an item to an auction that would raise money to benefit the Hackshaw family. <a href="http://evystree.com/blog/?p=1656" target="_blank">Amy over at Evy's Tree wrote a post explaining how this auction will help cover Ashley's mounting medical expenses in greater detail</a>. Please hop over there to read more.<br />
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I wholeheartedly wanted to make something-- but I wasn't sure what. And then this idea for a mini quilt came to mind. So I sketched out the letters, created a template and got to stitching. Unfortunately, the binding fabric took a little longer than expected to arrive and they have over 260 (that's right, TWO HUNDRED and SIXTY) items donated so far, so I think that my photo and item may not make it directly into the official auction now. (Lesson learned: send confirmation email with a note saying that photos will follow next time!)<br />
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Nonetheless, I will list the mini quilt on the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/lovespunstudio" target="_blank">Lovespun Studio</a> Facebook page and here on the blog and open it up as a teeny tiny private auction with the proceeds going to benefit Ashley 100%-- that means the shipping is on me too friends! Please check out the auction when it goes live. There is a button posted on the sidebar of the blog that will link directly to it as well. <br />
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Please pray for sweet Ashley and her family. Also, please spread the word about this auction. Let's link arms and make a difference.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02573775042815456503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061373000313842937.post-4688130085539373832012-01-30T20:21:00.000-06:002012-01-30T20:22:18.385-06:00Dirty Dreams {Part 2}Ok, so that <i>"(<a href="http://www.kirstencsmith.com/2012/01/dirty-dreams-part-1.html" target="_blank">to be continued tomorrow</a>)"</i> statement didn't work out so well. One thing that I'm learning about blogging is that you have to go with something when you feel like sharing (and perhaps not commit to a part 2 unless you're certain you're ready to write.) <br />
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You've probably noticed that along this ride that we've called the past 2.5 years, I've been enjoying some time sitting down at the sewing machine. I've NEVER <i>EVER</i> <i><b>EVER </b></i>used the term "creative" to describe myself. And yet, there is something freeing and beautiful that creating has brought out of my heart. I can't articulate what it is.<br />
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Maybe it's a freedom to feel comfortable enjoying something without having a plan of action in place for what to do with that creative outlet. Or maybe it's because it has birthed a dream in my heart. A dream without an eternal purpose (that I can see yet). And for once, I don't feel like I'm wasting anything by nurturing this dream-seed. In fact, it may even find a place to plant eventually.<br />
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Do I want to change the world? Sure. Vision itself isn't bad or wrong, but it can throw dreams by the wayside. There's a stark difference between guilt and conviction. I think I've often confused the two over the past ten years. I think that for now I'm ready to change the world heart-to-heart and person-to-person. After all Jesus said,<i style="color: #cc0000;"> "</i><span class="verse Matt_10_42"><i style="color: #cc0000;">Give a cool cup of water to someone who
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In the meantime, while I do my best to live like Jesus, I'm going to let my heart be light and shake off the idea that I can't live with purpose while entertaining a dream.<br />
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I'm fairly certain that this quilt I stumbled upon on <a href="http://pinterest.com/homespunmommy/" target="_blank">Pinterest</a> sums me up nicely. I'm also pretty sure that my heart dreams in happy fabric hearts. Who knows, maybe if you just allow yourself some room to dream, the vision will follow? We'll see. <br />
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They were out of "Green Plant" juice...so sad. So I snagged this "Beet and Purple Carrot" juice instead. I'm pretty sure that eating stinky over the past four days has been what's thrown my body into a tailspin. Yech. Back to fruit and spinach smoothies I go. (That sentence alone would've churned my stomach back in my days as an avowed vegetable-hater. That's progress friends!)<br />
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Once the groceries were unloaded and P-man came back home, I sneaked into the sewing room while the two littles got lost in Imagination Land with all of their new toys from Nana Kate and Papa Eddie. <br />
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I made some progress on my secret "JOY" project. Now I'm feeling a little stuck, but I really need to get it done by the end of the day tomorrow. I think that will be my "after school" project. <i>(Who knew when I decided to be a homeschooling mommy that I'd feel like I had to go to school every day too?)</i><br />
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I hope you're day has been filled with joy! I've got a pot roast in the crock pot, my punkins snuggling up next to me on the couch and about 9 hours left of a Lynda.com tutorial to finish. Don't worry...it won't get finished tonight either. After all, I'm no superwoman. What a relief.<br />
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I've never paid much attention to dreams. Those faux wood wall decor pieces reading "Dream" in a sweet swirly script-- not interested. And I'm not talking about the standard once-your-head-hits-the-pillow kind of dreams either. I'm talking about the kind that your mind wanders toward when you're washing the dishes or putting away laundry. The dreams that make the mundane bearable because this tiny secret hope is tucked away deep in your heart. Unfortunately, I never really had that *dream* to keep me company. <i>But I had vision.</i><br />
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Now <i>vision</i>, <b>vision meant everything</b>. Depth. Greatness. Purpose. Drive. Changing-the-world-style vision. That's what I had. It was drilled into me. Day-in and day-out for a full year it was hammered into my vernacular so much so that I measured the worth of others by the extent of their "vision" too.<br />
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It was ugly. It was consuming. And I can't say that it really spurred me on to love people the way that Jesus loves people. What it did was cause me anxiety over figuring out how I could <i>someday</i> love people by living out my bigger-than-life, move-to-the-other-side-of-the-world, filled-with-purpose vision.<br />
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After all, dreams were without vision and void of purpose, right? Since dreams distracted us from vision, I couldn't waste my thoughts, my time or my life on dreams without feeling intensely guilty. So by the time I was 20, my dreams were shelved in lieu of a vision-filled mission. <i><b>Dreaming became dirty</b>.</i> Almost shameful. I didn't even realize that I was missing out on anything.<br />
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So tonight kick up your feet, take a deep breath, and remember that you are incredible just as you are.<br />
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It doesn't matter if your laundry is folded or your kitchen sink is spotless. It's ok if there is a stray dust-bunny hiding behind the sofa or a wandering toy on the living room floor. <br />
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Don't try to do it all. You'll fail. Just do what you can and do it as a part of your everyday living. Because living well and living with a heart overflowing is really what matters. You matter too. <br />
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(And while we're chatting, please consider shutting off and stepping away from anything that makes you feel like you *need* to do it all because if you don't, you're lacking. If it's Pinterest, stop pinning. If it's Facebook, log out. If it's reading blogs, just take a break for awhile. You may only need a break for an hour, or maybe it's for a season. Just rest and remember that you're crazy awesome-- just as you are. Sure there are things that we all want or even need to adjust in our character, but don't let the journey steal your joy for the moment. YOU ARE LOVED-- <b><i>just as you are</i></b>.)<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The day was filled with squabbles, impatience, harsh words and a general feeling of overall frustration from <i>all</i> of us. I breathed prayers of peace more than once as the day wore on. I mandated quiet time for <i>all </i>of us this afternoon. The bliss of Monday gave way to the weariness of Wednesday, and today I had to literally choose joy over and over again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">But isn't that life best lived? Choosing joy in every adversity? Loving despite weariness? Believing in the promises from the Promise Keeper?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Peyton and I were sitting on the couch. He was watching Star Wars Episode I while I perused Facebook. Parker was playing in her room. That's when I stumbled across this: <b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Praying-For-Haven-Grace/111926385488403" target="_blank">Praying for Haven Grace</a></b>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The status update reads,<b> <i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Our
Precious little Haven is slipping away from us hour by hour..The
Doctors Have nothing else to offer but to make her comfortable..Please!!
PLease!! As much as we love all of you and treasure your prayers and
concerns we can only allow immediate family and a few close friends
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">I perused the page, looked at pictures of Haven Grace and a flood of tears washed down my cheeks. The tears turned into deep silent sobs that are from such a sacred place in your heart that something inside your spirit </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">begins to hurt too--tears that become prayers themselves.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Parker skipped out of her room, noticed my silent distress and scooted onto the couch next to me to ask what was wrong. I showed her Haven Grace and told her what I could piece together of her story. And at that, Peyton paused the movie and said, <b><i>"Let's just stop and pray for her all together right now.</i></b>" </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">So we all held hands, huddled together on the waxy brown couch, and prayed for Haven Grace. The same silent tears that soaked my cheeks began trickling down Parker's too as we asked God to wrap his arms tightly around Haven and her family tonight. We thanked God for being THE healer. We took comfort together that here on Earth or forever in Heaven that Jesus is carrying that precious little one. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">After we prayed, Peyton resumed watching his movie. Parker grabbed a Kleenex to wipe the tears from her eyes and snuggled in for some extra hugs. And I couldn't help but grieve for all that Haven's mom and dad must be feeling tonight. It moved me to pray for so many of my friends who have had to walk very difficult roads with their childrens' health. Bless their battle-weary hearts too.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Throughout the remainder of the evening, Parker periodically asked me if I was still sad. I assured her that even though my heart still aches for Haven Grace and her family, I'm so thankful to know that God loves her even more than I can imagine-- and I can trust Him to take great care of this sweet little girl the same way that I trust his care for us all. </span></span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02573775042815456503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061373000313842937.post-50550163173533196082012-01-02T21:44:00.000-06:002012-01-02T21:44:20.610-06:00New VenturesWe moved back home to Indiana following our 18-month stint in Texas just a little over four months ago. While it's absolutely comforting to be back home, there's no denying that everything about this transition is a new venture for the Smith family. Thankfully the "newness" of it all is so overwhelmingly perfect for my heart that each day I find myself whispering my gratitude to the Lord over and over again in quiet moments.<br />
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One of my little dreams that I've loosely let flit through my mind over the past few years is to open an online fabric shop. While I still haven't quite made that leap *yet*, I have started a sweet little Etsy boutique called <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/lovespunstudio" target="_blank">Lovespun Studio</a>.<br />
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Would you all mind stopping by the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/lovespunstudio" target="_blank">Lovespun Studio Facebook page</a> to "like" it? Also, while you're clicking away (just because you're being such sweet precious friends), please stop over and become a follower of the <a href="http://lovespunstudio.blogger.com/" target="_blank">Lovespun Studio blog</a> too. The blog will be a place where I post tutorials, giveaways, finished projects, shop updates, recipes and simply share encouragement to inspire the creativity in us all-- even if it's just a lovely word to lift up your spirits. If you really want to go social media crazy, you can follow <a href="http://twitter.com/LovespunStudio" target="_blank">LovespunStudio</a> on Twitter-- which may just be the catalyst I need to actually tweet! <br />
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In any case, because Lovespun is such a <strike>time-consuming</strike> big and exciting new part of my life now, I wanted to make sure that I shared it with you. That said, because this is my <i>personal</i> blog, I'm going to do my best to keep it just that the vast majority of the time. I'm sure that you'll see some of my favorite photos and projects around here too, but sparingly. ;)<br />
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Are YOU embarking on any new adventures in your life? If so (or if not), leave me a comment because I'd love to hear about them! <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02573775042815456503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061373000313842937.post-50378293343738439922012-01-01T13:52:00.000-06:002012-01-01T13:52:00.651-06:00Welcome, welcome 2012!I can honestly say that I have never, ever, ever been so thankful to see a year pass. I don't tend to be one who wishes away time or looks so forward to the future that I forget to live in the moment, but that said, "SO LONG 2011!" Adios, au revoir, sayonara.<br />
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2012, I welcome the fresh start that you bring! I woke up with "no brush necessary" hair, the sun poked out from behind the clouds and both children are peacefully napping. I'd say that all signs point to "it's going to be a fantabulous year." <br />
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In keeping with the fresh start, I've decided reinvigorate the blog. It isn't a resolution, it's just that I want an outlet for my heart and I really do enjoy sharing on this blog. Truth be told, the past three years have changed me so much that I'm a little hesitant to step back out and reintroduce myself. But I've come to the conclusion that it's either hide away or open up. I (still a little hesitantly) choose the latter.<br />
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So these are my terms and conditions: I commit to be vulnerable, honest and open with you. Please remember that the things that I share come directly from a very fragile and recovering heart. My posts are not up for debate. Of course, we don't have to share the same thoughts, opinions or ideas, but I won't ever go on the defensive. I will always graciously and openly appreciate our differences.<br />
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My heart is spilling over with gratitude for the way the Lord has rescued us this year. So this year as I blog I think I'll include in many posts an ongoing list of the things that I'm thankful for. <br />
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1. Holidays with my family<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02573775042815456503noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061373000313842937.post-61872343700121100202011-11-10T18:24:00.001-06:002011-11-10T19:37:08.331-06:00Faith and Thankfulness in the Shadow of a Slow HeartacheI've had this post percolating in my heart all day long. While I'd rather not turn it into a blog entry for mass consumption, I can't ignore the pull to let the words spill from my spirit onto a blank canvas. <br />
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Here's the thing. I'm an eternal optimist. I don't struggle with faith in general. I take the promises in the Word and snuggle them up close to my heart. I believe them. I trust them. I'm not afraid that they won't bloom in due time-- because spring always comes-- even after the harshest winter.<br />
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But it's been a hard 2.5 years. At the end of the first year, I was saying, "It's been a LONG year." As year two closed in, I lamented, "What a rough two years! I'll be so thankful when we can move on." As we push toward year three in the mire, I can't help but feel a little battle weary.<br />
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Our journey has been so long and our story so very complicated. If I could put it into words, it would read more like fiction than reality. Only it's not. We've lived and breathed every last minute of it. And now, as the holidays near, I feel completely justified in throwing myself a little pity party as we're still waiting for a door to open for a new position for Jeremy.<br />
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In the midst of our lengthy season, my eyes have been opened wide to the needs that exist in the world. The hurt. The pain. The loneliness. The sadness. This season I am thankful for God's protection over our family and for the provision necessary to get us through this time. But this year too, I recognize how very difficult it is for so many people to find things to feel thankful for during the holidays. For once, I sort of understand why this season churns up feelings of just wanting to button up your heart and hide it away until the new year knocks on the door.<br />
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I don't want to do that. Well...<i>not exactly</i>. But I do see very plainly that for every single thing that I am thankful for this year, it's difficult to not recognize a lack of sorts too. I'm not saying (or even implying) that it's a bad thing to focus solely on our thankfulness, or that I'm not. I praise God moment by moment for His abundant blessings in my life-- of which there are so many. But this year, I do feel a little raw, vulnerable, sensitive and even a little disappointed. <br />
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So this season I'm going to invite God's promise to "work all things together for the good" (Rom. 8:28) to come alive in ways that I didn't ever expect. I will cling to faith that He has good plans for our family (Jeremiah 29:11-14). And I will do my best to choose thankfulness at every turn. This will be my final song:<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02573775042815456503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061373000313842937.post-4248051061752538802011-10-05T21:38:00.001-05:002011-10-05T21:43:58.686-05:00Not ForgottenDear Blog,<br />
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I needed to drop in tonight simply to make my presence known. I promise that I have not forgotten about you or our blissful days together before the big move from Texas to Indiana. Right now my life isn't so conducive to blogging away for hours. However, hope is on the horizon! I look forward to returning soon with great new fodder to fuel our friendship. Please wait patiently. I will return. Cross my heart.<br />
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Missing you,<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02573775042815456503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061373000313842937.post-69928979252237204052011-09-26T16:25:00.000-05:002011-09-26T16:25:02.290-05:00A Book, Fabric and Tanya WhelanIf you've been lurking around my blog for very long, you might remember that I have had a slight obsession with Tanya Whelan's "Darla" fabric line. It's amazing. I ordered yards and yards of it last year to make myself a quilt. Sad to say, I haven't made that quilt yet (but don't worry...it's coming for sure in the near future).<br />
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In the meantime, I want to show you this awesome book by Tanya Whelan. It's called <i>Sew What You Love</i>.<br />
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Will you show this book some love and head over to <a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Sew-What-You-Love/Tanya-Whelan/e/9780307586735">Barnes and Noble</a> or <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sew-What-You-Love-Prettiest/dp/0307586731">Amazon</a> to order your copy today? Check it out-- and then let me know what you love too! <br />
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*If you're interested in a free pattern-- and helping promote this great book, visit <a href="http://grandrevivaldesign.typepad.com/grand_revival_design/2011/09/free-pattern-download.html">this post</a> for details!<br />
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This is the landscape that fills my dreams. These are the fields that bring deep still peace. The barnyard smells meander from a neighbor farm--hidden by corn and dirt and air. <br />
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Toads hopscotch down the gravelly drive. The silver grain bin holds treasure like an attic wonderland. Memories of days past float by in echos on the wind.<br />
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Hot dog roasts and home churned ice cream in the circle. I was maybe four. Too little to remember anything except the perfect simplicity of family laughing together. Joy of living-- near. Together.<br />
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It always draws me in. Like a magnet from the deep rich soil. Is my heart a compass? <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02573775042815456503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061373000313842937.post-22871628837869492252011-09-13T21:37:00.001-05:002011-09-13T21:37:19.851-05:00The MomentCalendar filling-- square by square blue ink overcomes white space.<br />
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Blossoming life in stark contrast to the blank pages of the recent past.<br />
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Life marches on. Time never waits.<br />
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Wavering. Wondering. Hoping. Savoring. <br />
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Standing on the edge of something. Details still a haze. All joy present in the goodness of His provision.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">This post written to link up with <a href="http://extraordinary-ordinary.net/">The Extraordinary Ordinary's "Just Write" </a>challenge. Join in?! Pretty please?</span></i><br />
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During the 16 months that we spent down in Texas, I basically forgot what "overcast" looked like. You see, I'm especially fond of sunshine. But, I'll admit that it makes a grin spread across my face to look out the window on this particularly cloudy day and remember...the sunshine is just hiding behind the clouds. It hasn't left. </div>
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...with the hose! When the 100 degree heat follows you from Texas up to Indiana, you have to enjoy the sunshine and sprinkler time while you can. And after all, isn't that what Aunts are for? Thanks, Aunt Lori! </div>
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<b><i style="color: #bf9000;">In other news, we have the wireless internet all set up out here in the country, so hopefully I can pick back up on the blogging. I miss you all. ;)</i></b></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02573775042815456503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061373000313842937.post-78487261098006017672011-08-29T19:38:00.002-05:002011-08-29T19:38:21.393-05:00Miss you!We arrived safely in Indiana. I sure do miss you all, but for the short run, I'm working with a limited internet connection. I can't wait to update you. The weather is beautiful and the friends are bringing many smiles to my face! Yay...<br />
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In the meantime (until we "chat" again), keep those prayers comin'. Jeremy has an interview on Thursday. *Yay*...again.<br />
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I'll keep you posted. Miss you already...<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02573775042815456503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061373000313842937.post-23212991825531867652011-08-24T22:13:00.000-05:002011-08-25T11:05:35.245-05:00Thank You, Mr. Penske...See You TomorrowTomorrow we're getting up bright and early to head in to Tyler and pick up the moving truck. <i>Do I hear a hip-hip-hooray?!</i><br />
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I miss my daily blogging, and by no means have I decided to stop just because my 30 days ended, it's just been a <i>lil' bizzy</i> around these parts.<br />
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No need to fret. Tomorrow we load Mr. Penske truck and come Friday morning, we're hitting the open road and trekking the 893 miles back home. Yes, <b>home</b>. <i>(Aside: Please refer me to this post come February when I'm tired of dressing up like an Eskimo and hibernating in my house. Also, please remind me that it's no different from hibernating in the air conditioning in summer when it's 113 degrees outside in Texas. Because really...you can add layers when it's cold, but even naked doesn't keep you cool when it's 113!)</i><br />
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Anyhow, I'll try to pick things back up when we get settled in. It'll be a few weeks of transition. We're staying with my grandparents until Jeremy has secured a position in Lafayette. Then, we'll be moving in to our new home-- which will deserve an entire blog post itself. Such a cool God-thing!<br />
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If you will, keep those prayers coming for our family. Jeremy has a few upcoming opportunities that we're cautiously optimistic about. It's honestly a beautiful thing to rest in God's perfect peace. We trust Him.<br />
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I can't wait to get up there and kiss my kiddos, pinch my nephew's sweet cheeks, schedule play-dates for my two peas, share my heart over coffee with friends, open our home to friends to watch some Colt's football, start a crafty-night with my cousin and some other precious friends, enjoy get-togethers with family...the list goes on and on and on...and it makes my heart overflow with gratitude.<br />
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I also can't wait for my niece to make her grand appearance. Little Miss Crosby, we're waiting. ;)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02573775042815456503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061373000313842937.post-44899003349230484552011-08-21T23:54:00.002-05:002011-08-21T23:54:33.050-05:00There's More Than Corn...You know you're singing the song (if you're from):<br />
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That's right. Consider this the "official" announcement. This Thursday (yep, as in 1-2-3-FOUR days from now), we're packing up the Penkse. And first thing Friday morning, we're queuing up the iPod and cruising down the road from Lindale back home to Indiana.<br />
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We can't wait to soak in time with our family and friends. Oh sweet joy...<br />
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I'll keep posting more details as I can, but for now all that I know is that for the first time in my entire life, I'm ready to drink in the rain, let the cool breeze sweep my hair across my face and just sit and be still with the Lord in the peace of the Hoosier countryside.<br />
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God is molding and shaping my heart into a new vessel. Ahhh...seasons. Sweet, sweet seasons.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-dwpdZdvCl8" width="480"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02573775042815456503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061373000313842937.post-71829572638251790552011-08-19T12:31:00.001-05:002011-08-19T12:32:06.730-05:00Love People<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Please forgive my lack of regular posts at the moment, with a impending move NEXT THURSDAY, blogging has fallen to near the bottom of my priority list until we're all moved and settled. I'll do my best to pop in when I can between now then, ok? In the meantime, maybe I'll go back and re-post some of the oldies but goodies!)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">As I was writing in my journal the other night, this list just started pouring out of my heart. I would love it if you would add on your comments too. Or feel free to link up to this post and blog about it yourself...</span></span></div>
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<li style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;">with reckless abandon</li>
<li style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;">uncomfortably</li>
<li style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;">who malign you</li>
<li style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;">who you might not naturally be your friend</li>
<li style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;">who don't "deserve it" -- because you probably don't either</li>
<li style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;">who inspire you</li>
<li style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;">who are broken</li>
<li style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;">in uncommon ways</li>
<li style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;">by being real</li>
<li style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;">because you never know all of their story</li>
<li style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;">because life is meaningless with loving kindness</li>
<li style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;">without an agenda</li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">because people are not projects </span></li>
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