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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