Showing posts from January, 2013

Fix it or Pitch it!

When my husband and I got married, we blended more than our families.  We also blended our furniture.  I moved into my husband's home so he had to make room for me, my dog and a whole houseful of stuff.  Add to that, some of my mother's stuff.  We were stuffed to the gills.  We got rid of a lot but my husband wouldn't budge on a few things that I would have preferred to leave out for the bulk pick-up.  This was one.

Now, that was almost 8 years ago.  I have to admit, it didn't look nearly as bad as this, but it was already starting to look a little shabby.  We've all taken our turns with the bug of the week around here and I was feeling better.  So off to Jo Ann's I went. I wasn't sure of what I was looking for but I knew I wouldn't be sewing vinyl or leather.  I also knew the padded top was screwed on - I just hadn't tried to take it off.  I found some soft, leather-looking vinyl on sale in the home dec department and bought a yard. I also bought so…

Dust of Snow

Dust of Snow By Robert Frost 1874–1963
The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

Praying my Way to Work

I just finished a little book that Santa left in my stocking called “When God Winks at You”- How God Speaks Directly to You Through the Power of Coincidence - by SQuire Rushnell.This has triggered many conversations in my house regarding God’s everyday miracles vs. coincidences. Through personal experience, I know that I experience more “coincidences” when I spend more time in prayer.So many, in fact, that I fear offending God by not immediately acknowledging these God winks.Sometimes I share them with others, sometimes not. “Wow – I dodged that one!” or “Good save!” does NOT give God the glory He so richly desires and deserves. I’ll recount one God wink here that’s not too personal and doesn’t involved anyone but me (sometimes one has to change names to protect the innocent but not in this story!) In 1989, a few years after my initial diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis, my children were in school full time and I decided to get a seasonal part-time job. The position would allow me to begin …