Hannah Jean bought her blankets for cheap

But each night she was too cold to sleep

When she finally did doze

She found no repose

In her dreams she sheared each counted sheep

This past weekend we drove to Michigan for a wedding.

A wedding that just a scant 7 months ago, we thought might not happen.

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The moon looked like a balloon the other day, and inspired me a bit.

Sometimes,

I get a little possessive of my gifts,

my dreams,

my ideas,

my plans,

and I fail to enjoy the fruit of what could be done because I'm enjoying the prospects too much.

I must let go.

The fruit of every seed needs to be harvested at some point, or it will die on the vine.

I need to stop clutching my ideas.

I need to stop dreaming about what my talents can do.

I need to start dreaming about what the wisdom of the Creator can do,

If I allow the work that only He can establish,

to wind through my fingers

and fly.

I've had the sewing machine out and busy lately. First I made some gifts for a little baby girl I'm excited about being here. Then I did something I've been meaning to do for a LONG time. A towel recovery project.

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I would venture to guess that 6 out of 10 rude comments from strangers and distant acquaintances alike, are not meant to be as rude as they sound/are. They just couldn't think of something relevant to say. There is that other 40% though. The ones who are watching you with your pregnant belly or your three + kids and thinking all sorts of "helpful" things, concocting an encouraging word to spew your direction and then letting it fly.

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