Last night, I designed, worked on … and finished a full-size baby blanket for the local Caring Pregnancy Center; I started the blanket while whipping up some recipes for my Cookathon meals (all three meals, took an hour or more to cook) – and I finished the last st on the edging around 1:30 A.M. while watching an old black-n-white movie on Youtube.
I slept in ‘til 9:30 A.M. this morning, so skipped I Fellowship. While stepping out of the shower and shaking my towel out – I hawked up a loogie onto the edge of my towel. In a moment of frustration while cleaning the towel so I could still use it, it came to mind that I hadn’t used my asthma inhaler since last Sunday – I hadn’t even given my inhaler a thought until that surprising loogie brought me up short with that surprising thought. Hallelujah and Praise the Lord! The gunk was being cleared out of my lungs without using my inhaler. I was at Fellowship last Sunday, and specifically asked for prayer for that; the inhaler is helpful, but it is not good for my body. I really want a touch from the Lord, so I never have to use it again. Since 2022 was ushered in by Father Time, I’ve had to use my inhaler at least once a day; so, not having to use it at all for a full week is truly a gracious blessing from Elohim.
Thank You, Yeshua 😊
Eating breakfast and cruising the Blog Hops, I got another nice surprise: Sara, at Creative Jewish Mom highlighted my knit fingertip towels 😊
Everyone here, enjoys using them … and they look nice in a woven basket 😉
I just got back from Supper with friends; and tonight, I’ll design/work on a baby blanket for a boy; I don’t think I’ll be up ‘til the wee hours of the morning like I was this morning, but I’ll have a good head start on the project 😉
Doing these baby items gives me pleasure in knowing that life continues despite death’s hovering overshadow; and the demonrats manic push for infanticide – and working on/putting finishing touches on my own designs, fleshes out my in-house-rainy-days: I never do the same thing twice; everything I design and work up, is a 1-of-a-kind item. Aside from repetitive driving of scenic routes I enjoy … repetition of artistic inspiration bores me.
But death does happen, hence the small box of 15-inch Angel Baby Blankets I designed and crafted for grieving parents who lost their babies to miscarriage or sudden infant death syndrome: no two are alike … just like the tiny infants.
This box will be mailed off next time I am downtown.
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