Broken (Five Minute Friday)

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Unscripted. Unedited. Real. Writing for 5 minutes prompted my a single word from Lisa-Jo.

Five Minute Friday

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This week has been Spring Break.  This month we have been watching the Bible every Sunday night.  The kids have been reenacting all of these wonderful stories of faith . . . I’ve had a red bathtub, fights over who is sacrificed, who gets to be the donkey,  . . . I kept a back seat to all of this just watching, listening.

How blessed I am.  I have the snapshot of that moment in my mind–I have a mental file of all the awesome moments because when things get yucky–I pull a blessed joyful memory back up.

He took the break, blessed it and broke it.  God does that with us too.

We have ALL been blessed by God.

Then we are sent out to live our lives with our challenges and our brokeness.

Each of our blessings are just for us, as well as our broken moments.

[tweetherder]I no longer fear the broken moments because I know each one of them has been blessed by God first.[/tweetherder]

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DIY Super Cute Easter Wreath

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As Joyful Mom B.C. (before children), I would create beautifully intricate handmade items for my home.  I still have a crocheted rug that I took the time to hand dye the fabric, tea stained muslin for my quilts, special ordered yarn for afghans that matched my living room perfectly . . . now things are different.  I have a plethora of hand made items in my house that I cherish.

My life is different now.  I’m not hand dying fabric but I do work a lot with fabric–just in the form of laundry and oxy clean.  I try not to buy yarn because I know in my heart of hearts that I won’t ever have time to knit up all my dreams.  I still love to create but on a different scale of years past.

My creative life now is with my kids.  I pursue their interests. We have a basement that resembles JoAnn fabric  (it is a little scary) allowing us to create without a lot of planning.  We make do with the resources that we have.  Being frugal via years of collecting–is that frugal?

This project is super cute.  An Easter wreath.  This is another wreath idea.

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  1. Find a pool noodle.
  2. Cover it in the cut off sleeves of an old t-shirt or two.
  3. Tape the pool noodle into a circle.
  4. Now if you have some pretty t-shirts you could just leave it like this–for a ruched design.
  5. Wind grass looking yarn around the wreath.
  6. Add butterflies, sprigs, bunnies.
  7. Hang with a ribbon.

I had all of these items in my house.  The bunny is from almost 20 years ago–they are just paper but I painted them with a glitter clear paint.  The butterflies are from a communion cake as are the spring sprigs.  I have (without exaggeration) about 30 shades of green yarn.  Green is my favorite color to knit!

Be Blessed.

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a simple version from last year.

Thrifty Thursday,  Frugal Thursdays, Show and Share Saturdays

 

God and the Super Sized Dream

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Do you follow Holley Gerth?  She is my friend–but I’ve never met her.  She writes to me on her blog, well, maybe not just me but it seems like it on some days.   Holly has a link up that I have read but not participated in–I mean really–who wants to hear about how I see God working in my life?  But then I realized, it wasn’t really about not thinking anyone wanted to listen . . . it was about my ability to make myself vulnerable.

This is the prompt from Holley:  What’s a typical day in your life like right now? How can you see God’s hand in the middle of the “small” and ordinary too?

 

The last few weeks have been an evaluation of my intention.  I want to be intentional with my time. I want to create something.  I want to see the beauty in every moment.  I want to make a difference.

My days are filled with breakfast, lunch, dinner, laundry, teaching my children, laughing with my husband . . . I make a difference in their lives–I know I do–but I want to make a difference in another way.

In the quiet of folding the laundry or my 5 minute mini retreat as I walk to the mail box . . . I listen for God.  I wait.  I know he made me for a purpose but what?  when?

For now I will continue to write with the intention of being a blessing to all those I meet.  Maybe that is my purpose?  Are we called to have just one purpose?