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When God Changes His Mind When things are ticking, and you feel the favor of God all over your life, you don’t look for the road block.  God is in this. He will carry us through to completion.  When your prayers are answered nearly as they are uttered.  How thankful and amazed we are at His beneficence.  Yet, what if He changes His mind? What happens when smooth sailing becomes rough seas?  How do we discern a test, from a no, from another answer?  Disappointment was my first mortal reaction, then wonder.  God is still in it.  What was He saying?  How do I hear Him correctly?  I am still listening knowing there is an answer.  Maybe I will even know it someday.  Most likely I never will.  I have been told to never ask God why.  Yet I do.  Why did this opportunity so golden and bright just shatter?  Why did you say yes, over and over only to say no and slam the door shut.  I am in the trees and cannot see. Yet He is above and can see clearly.  He can see all the threads

I am starting two new Bible studies this week, both I am in some way facilitating at least some of the time.  Part of Bible study for me is memory work. Usually I write my memory verses on index cards and post them all over the house, carry one in my purse, crochet bag, and Bible. Today, however, I was inspired to make it beautiful and fun. Like a gift every time I worked on my verse.  This is my Scripture Flower. I made it from scraps of scrapbook paper.  I didn't have any double sided paper to so I glued some together. Try it and the Word will bloom in you!

My hands must be busy. I type away at my computer, scribble in my notebooks, pin, stitch, rip, and crochet! I can face any day shuttling kids to a myriad of activities if my crochet bag is with me.  I cannot enjoy a movie at home without a crochet project.  When the movie is exciting my hands fly and stitches flow. There is comfort in the even rows, beautiful yarns and natural warmth of the project.  I tried to count how many items I had crocheted in my lifetime.  I don't have an accurate count, but I know there are dozens of hats, 20 or so scarves, three sweaters, maybe 30 afghans, plus little amigurumi dolls, bags, purses, potholders, trivets, and on and on...   Above is my current project.  It will be an afghan for my oldest.  She chose the yarn, I the pattern.  When I started it it went with me to the Dr. office, dance classes etc.  Now that it is getting cumbersome it is my at home project. It is made of "I Love This Yarn" in tweed and and ombre. This is a s

Like many others I have recently read Ann Voskamp's "One Thousand Gifts."  I wasn't a total ingrate before reading the book but I was an offender.  I must say I am still on the naughty list most of the time, but I am recovering.  I have often praised Him over a blue sky, or sunset.  Over my precious children and loved ones. Even for my home.  But never often enough.  I was nearly tithing my thanks to Him.   A special blessing happened this week, one I thanked Him for immediately.  My husband and I like to take communion together whenever possible, which isn't that often.  He runs video, ushers, serves, or works parking lot duty nearly every Sunday.  So many times I am on my own during service. Last Sunday was the same.  Hubby was filling in for an absent usher.  As communion time came I was praying and telling God how I missed having this special time with my husband.  Almost immediately my husband sat down beside me with the communion tray and we were able to