I woke up to a light dusting of snow on the grass but it is raining now. Yesterday I had to remind myself too many times that is was Tuesday, it seems to be that kind of week.
I am finishing up The Boys in the Boat. I started this book almost two years ago but set it aside – not sure why. I am almost finished and it is a good story. I am inching my way to the lower edge of my Annabel. When I get to the end of this ball of yarn, I am going to move to the sleeves. I want longer sleeves and may need to do a few rows of grey at the wrist and the bottom edge of the body which would be fine. I just don’t want those cropped sleeves.
I picked up my stitching after reading my Lenten devotion this morning. I slipped a small piece of paper with a verse from today’s reading behind the fabric and stitched it down. It is my way of writing God’s word on my heart.
Visit Ginny and Frontier Dreams to see what everyone is reading and stitching this week.
A few years ago, I started a stitching project to soothe my heart as we walked through Alzheimer’s disease with mom. I finished that piece about a year ago and it hangs in my kitchen. I put notes and cards in the pockets that remind me to be grateful for family and friends.
Last month I found Bonnie’s stitch journal and have been following her new project. Kat is also stitching daily.
This morning, I pulled out a packet of kimono fabrics and some linen that have been patiently waiting in my stash to see if I might find inspiration for a stitching project. Life around here has been wobbly for more than a few months. It feels a bit like being in a pong game with many zigs and zags. So I am returning to fabric and thread to create new stitched prayers. My new project will not be daily – I am working to be realistic and committing to daily projects will not bring me the peace and joy I am seeking.
Visit Kathy’s blog today to see more slow stitching.
“If your heart is broken, you’ll find GOD right there; if you’re kicked in the gut, he’ll help you catch your breath.”Psalm 34:18 MSG
I didn’t notice the subtle shift. My head and my heart seemed to be settling down. There was finally a place to catch my breath. As I reflect on the days behind, I see that they each held a small treasure: a good book; a simple hat on the needles; a wonderful evening of stories about community and knitting; a sweet time introducing our tiny person to his great grampa; the quiet, loving presence of my husband and daughters.
This morning I remembered this simple wall quilt and I know that later today, I will pull out a piece of linen and begin stitching something new.