Spike Blue

That was pretty intimate yesterday, whew! Now for something a bit more lighthearted. I got my free motion quilting foot yesterday in the mail!  This machine didn't come with any of the quilting foots. But I'm not complaining because it was an awesome deal at a yard sale this summer. I bought this machine for $50. It's very easy to use and the multiple stitches have been fun to play around with.  I've made a throw size quilt top and finished two baby quilts with this already since I've gotten it. Not to mention the small quilt you'll see in a second. I'm pretty happy with it so far.  Last night my son took a nap after dinner and I used my free time playing around with free motion quilting. I didn't follow a pattern and I'm definitely not great at it yet, but boy was it fun!  You lower the feed dogs during quilting and your hands are the only thing guiding the fabric. Just felt pretty powerful. The quilt I was working on is pretty tiny and pr...

I took way too long of a break writing. I can fill you in with what happened during the two year span though. Maybe it can count as an excuse. So in October 2016 we decided to try to conceive. It worked. I was an emotional wreck the first month or so, and was also easily irritated. I called my mom a lot to talk about my feelings and ended up just bawling into the phone. She's an awesome mom! I was also very tired and was still working at the dental office as an assistant. I wanted to work through the whole pregnancy but ended up leaving at the beginning of June 2017. I was walking from 15,000 to 20,000 steps a day and I was empty of energy each night. So I had a whole month to myself before my son would be due. It was very freeing but also weird to get adjusted too. I am always on the move and I often need to be doing something so I had made myself feel pretty awful at times for having nothing specific to do. The best part was taking time to read God's word. July 18, my son f...

                              Those moments when you feel out of touch and un-relatable to others, when the idea of staying at home is highly appealing. The days where you feel like you are unable to entertain or cause someone else to laugh. All your thoughts are consumed with your own pains and discomforts. Suddenly feeling like you don’t measure up anymore. You’ve lost the perfect version of yourself. Guilt creeps up out of nowhere. Every fight and disagreement becomes much more painful but only to you. Why do we feel more guilty when we’ve sinned against ourselves? When really we’ve failed only to measure up to our standards of perfection and not the Lord’s. In other words how often are we seeking the Lord's forgiveness before we try to seek our own peace. Why are we not considering our sins as an offense to the Lord before we see t...

          It's a beautiful morning! There was fog everywhere before the sunrise but now everything is bright and cheery and becoming hot and humid. I'm looking forward to driving with my windows down on my way to work and having my radio play music kinda loud. It's a great time to think. Forty-five minutes each way. On the way there I get to program myself for the work day and turn on all my busy switches, while on my way home I think about my day and allow all my steam to come out before I get to consider bringing it through the front door. It's not to say that only exciting parts of my day are rehashed to my husband. He will tell you that I still talk about the occasional annoying coworker or stressful situations. But I've already reached a calm. I've had time to come to God and ask for forgiveness or help.          Most of us would rather come home with stories of a great day, Where we were encouraged/praised, everyone was so happy, ...

He’s placed the golden rods in all the corners, And the pink cherry trees to line the streets, The mockingbird, the robin, the swallow, and the finch, Chirp together under scattered clouds and rays of sunshine. At what moment did the lawn become green? When did he tell the rabbit, the horse, and the deer to play? And yet the wind is still steadily blowing chilled air, It is only spring after all. With only hope of warmth. Each raindrop that falls has a destination, It's own place to wet and increase to a puddle, Thunder rolls with brilliant masterpieces of blue and yellow, Power unknown to any of us. Too big! Too grand! Who has created this? Who takes care of this? Oh, but our God, our Savior, our Father in heaven, There is nothing here that he is without knowledge of, All is his, yet he has given to us. He is worthy of praise!

Have you ever been surprised that you are still living? Strange question, I know. I was always excited to become another year older and it almost shocked me. In my mind I was the hopeless romantic even though I didn't let on. Scenes of dying young of cancer or some strange and rare disease would make their way through my mind always with a boyfriend by my side who was crying with a deep sadness. I filled my own ego and my worth to the brim. And then I  would feel bad for the people I was leaving behind and how much they would miss me. I would consider all the wonderful things that would be said about me and everything that I had selflessly done for everyone else. They would look at my photos and remember me. They would cry. Yeah, I was selfish. I had an incredibly high opinion about myself. Thankfully I didn't die and sometimes I wonder why, because I was so stupid. God is good. Now I have a man in my life, my husband, that truly loves me, even on my miserable and grumpy...