Finding a Stream in the Desert

 I've been thinking lately how terrible of a blogger I've been...and wondering how I would re-enter this world. What would I share? Tales of my family? The recent wedding? My out of town trips to set up new A1 Quilting Machine owners? My recent cruise? Or what about all the beautiful quilts that have graced my frame on the rare days this year that I have been in the studio?

Actually, I've been too tired to think about blogging - or much of anything else for that matter. Kinda hard to be encouraging when you can't think (grin)

Yep, when I woke up this morning I really didn't have much get up and go - felt all spent. Nothing wrong, but nothing that made me leap for joy.

As is my habit, I turn over a small perpetual calendar that resides on my bathroom counter each morning. I like to think of it as my morning Java. Today's verse reminded me that I really haven't been starting my day off well lately...I've been burdened down with "being tired" or with many outside obligations, many deadlines and busyness.... I thought...the best thing for me today is to just go take a walk.

So I did. Looking for a little exercise to jump start my brain as well as some inspiration and some quietness for my soul.

 I always walk with my iPhone and take advantage of it's camera to capture beauty along the way.

Today was a tad cloudy and overcast, but a wonderful spring day none the less - I'm talking shorts and a t-shirt! A little coolness in the air, but not much when considering the brisk pace I was taking.  Well, not too brisk - had to stop and smell the flowers (grin)

Finally I arrived at my "normal" destination - Galveston Bay, about a quarter of a mile down the road. A familiar site if you've followed my blog or my Facebook. Familiar yes, but it's been way too long since I've walked.

I was trying to capture something different with my iPhone camera...trying to figure out "life" and "my purpose" (okay, so I expect a lot out of my walks - grin)  It was after this photo that I started typing on my phone....the below "journal" is unedited and straight from my thoughts as I sat on that flat rock in this photo below...

I am sitting on the rocks trying to listen. Surely there is something for me to learn, something to share.  I was thinking how many photos I have taken at this same location. How familiar it is, almost routine. The pier, the rocks, the yellow wild flowers pushing their way up through the cracks, the sounds that I can't capture on film. Sounds of the sea gulls, the waves, the traffic in the distance...so many things the same ole same ole. Of course the sky changes with the weather and the time of year - and the time of day - sometimes I capture some gorgeous sunrises. But today felt sorta plain. Like I'm reaching out but don't know what I hope to grasp. Can I find something unique to photo? Perhaps a cluster of oyster shells scattered among the broken rocks? Perhaps a unique arrangement of the barrier stones? I'm always pleased when I see a flat surface that doesn't look to precarious so I can have a place to rest. Then in the distance I noticed...

Blue flowers instead of the normal bright yellow - the ones that generally catch my eye. Blue flowers that almost escaped my attention as they were wrapped in the eye pleasing color of green, almost hidden.

Is this significant I asked myself? Didn't know but I snapped the photo anyway.

As I sit perched on a steady flat rock writing this on my iPhone I continue to ponder. What is the Lord trying to share with me, what can I glean that I can in turn share with you to encourage you in your journey?

I'm waiting ... Yearning for that still small voice ... I hear the crashing of the waves, the call of the sea gull. I feel a cool wind, not quite cold but definitely a spring cool and not a warm summer breeze cool. I'm almost chilled, but not uncomfortable

I'm reminded of the seasons that I have experienced sitting pondering in this same location. Days when the water is gray and the waves are fierce .     Days when the reflection of the sun on the waves is so magnificent that it can bring me to tears. Days it is quiet and the bay water is as still as glass.

The seasons change. Even the landscape changes - how many times has the pier been broken down by storms later to be repaired. I'm sure if I'd of taken notice that the very rocks I use as my stool that they too have been rearranged numerous times, yet they are still here.

There are always birds, but even I know they aren't the same ones day in and day out on my visits here. I'd like to think the water is the constant, but I've watched enough nature documentaries to know that it too is a changing element in my quiet place

The only logical conclusion is that the only thing constant, the only unchangeable factor in this quiet place is truly the Lord.

And not just in this place. For He meets me anywhere. He stays the same though the ages, His love never changes

Today, He drew me away with a blue flower. Quietly getting my attention.

I know there's more. I just need to put the phone away, be totally still and find my more...

It was then that the sun peeked out from behind the clouds with all it's brilliance. I was immediately warmed and joy filled my heart. It was time to walk back home, there was now a skip in my step. I knew I could face my day - AND my tomorrows. I'd found my stream in the desert, and I have shared it.

This is the song that I sang on my way home - I hope it brings a smile to your face, a skip in your step, and a joy in your heart!

Jesus Culture - Your Love Never Fails

Nothing can separate

Even if I ran away

Your love never fails

I know I still make mistakes

But You have new mercies for me everyday

Your love never fails

Chorus:

You stay the same through the ages

Your love never changes

There may be pain in the night but joy comes in the morning

And when the oceans rage

I don't have to be afraid

Because I know that You love me

Your love never fails

Verse 2:

The wind is strong and the water's deep

But I'm not alone here in these open seas

Cause Your love never fails

The chasm is far too wide

I never thought I'd reach the other side

But Your love never fails

Bridge:

You make all things work together for my good

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_2qG22SPwU

No matter where you find yourself today. In a routine, searching for meaning, carrying a heavy burden, or simply enjoying life to its fullest - just remember - He loves YOU and His love never fails!

karen

My Girls

I have loved being the mother of two sons. God knew what He was doing when He entrusted us with boys.

Boys are fun.

Boys make funny noises.

Boys know how to make anything into a little putt putt car or a cowboy pistol with the appropriate sound effects.

Boys are rambunctious, adventuresome, imaginative.

Boys don't hold back any punches, you never know if they are going to walk up to you to hug you or slug you - at least when they are little.

Then all of a sudden they are driving. Not too mention dating. The song Sunrise, Sunset comes to mind.

(Tevye)

Is this the little girl I carried?

Is this the little boy at play?

(Golde)

I don't remember growing older

When did they?

(Tevye)

When did she get to be a beauty?

When did he grow to be so tall?

(Golde)

Wasn't it yesterday

When they were small?

(Men)

Sunrise, sunset

Sunrise, sunset

Swiftly flow the days

Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers

Blossoming even as we gaze

(Women)

Sunrise, sunset

Sunrise, sunset

Swiftly fly the years

One season following another

Laden with happiness and tears

(Tevye)

What words of wisdom can I give them?

How can I help to ease their way?

(Golde)

Now they must learn from one another

Day by day

(Perchik)

They look so natural together

(Hodel)

Just like two newlyweds should be

(Perchik & Hodel)

Is there a canopy in store for me?

(All)

Sunrise, sunset

Sunrise, sunset

Swiftly fly the years

One season following another

Laden with happiness and tears

Yes, it's been an interesting journey raising boys, one I would never never trade. But I have to say the best part has been watching them fall in love.

The photo above was taken in May 2010. Each of my sons had been dating the woman of their dreams for only a few short months - but somehow I knew, they were "MY girls". I couldn't have hand picked them any better. Amazing thing to watch God at work!

January 26,2011 we witnessed the nuptials of my youngest son Jake and his beautiful bride Alena.

In just a few short days ,April 7, 2012, we will witness the union of my oldest son Eric and his beautiful bride Katie.

There are no words to express what is in a mother's heart when she lets go of her son(s). The relinquishment of the throne - of being number one to now being number two - the rightful passage.

Time keeps on slipping into the future....it was just yesterday that we were a little family of four, and soon we will be a family of six. Time marches on.

Thank you Lord for the blessing of life and family, and for all the seasons of life.

Ecclesiastes 3

A Time for Everything

¹ There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven—

² A time to give birth and a time to die;

A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.

³ A time to kill and a time to heal;

A time to tear down and a time to build up.

⁴ A time to weep and a time to laugh;

A time to mourn and a time to dance.

⁵ A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones;

A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.

⁶ A time to search and a time to give up as lost;

A time to keep and a time to throw away.

⁷ A time to tear apart and a time to sew together;

A time to be silent and a time to speak.

⁸ A time to love and a time to hate;

A time for war and a time for peace.

And for us - a time to celebrate !

Returning with Ribbons, Raindrops and a Rehearsal!

I know, I've been a bad blogger.

Sigh.

But I'm back - well, at least with a short ramble to catch up on the latest highlights.

March was kind to Quilts 'N Kaboodle - my original "Texas Pride" quilt was chosen to represent Galveston County in the 2012 Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo Quilt Show - AND! One of my customers, Mary, had her quilt chosen to represent her county - we both came home with a ribbon! I'm so thankful that Mary went to the rodeo on opening day and text messaged me the photos of our quilts on display - gotta love technology! Alas, too many calendar conflicts for me to attend personally...but it was exciting when they mailed back my quilt and it had a ribbon attached!

Also in March another one of my customer's quilt, Celtic Wave (pattern by Judy Neimeyer) won an Honorable Mention ribbon at the Tri County Quilt Show held in Cypress. It was a joy to be able to actually go to a quilt show and be a participant - even if it was a short day, I enjoyed looking at all the quilts, seeing quilting friends, checking out the vendors and just plain breathing quilts!

A short week later I found myself in Dallas for Quilt Celebration 2012 - this time as a vendor. I was blessed that my customer loaned her beautiful quilt as part of my decoration AND several of my A1 customers also contributed to the quilts hanging in the booth. We were sooo busy sharing about the A1 Quilting Machine that I never did get a photo of the booth after it was fully set up (photo below is just half the booth) nor a photo of my fabulous A1 customers who volunteered to work with me over the course of the weekend. I'm blessed indeed.

In between shows and machine set ups I've been quilting some fun quilts. Here's just a small sampling...the first is a block of the month sampler offered at Cactus Quilts and the other one is called Raindrops - another Judy Neimeyer pattern.

Then there's another one that is paper pieced by my customer and fixing to be auctioned off at her church...here's hoping for a successful auction!

This year has been FULL of family events - from three out of four of the "young'uns" having birthdays (my two sons and daugher-in-law Alena) to the planning of an upcoming event - Eric & Katie's wedding in just 10 short days...

I've been busy behind the scenes picking out the right dress to wear to the wedding, the right shoes (and I'm still struggling with the right purse) plus planning the largest party I've ever hosted - the rehearsal dinner for the wedding party and extended family on both sides - almost 100 on the guest list. Yep - we do things bigger in Texas (grin).

So give me a chance to finish my prep, host the dinner, then relax and enjoy the wedding and I promise to be a better blogger in the future!

Bridge to Nowhere

By definition "fog" is a collection of liquid water droplets suspended in the air at or near the Earth's surface. Fog is a type of stratus cloud but the term fog is typically distinguished from the more generic term "cloud" in that fog is low-lying and the moisture in the fog is often generated locally from a nearby body of water. Fog is distinguished from mist only by its density resulting in a decrease in visibility (Thank you Wikipedia)

We tend to use words such as this to express our emotions. "She has her head in the clouds" meaning perhaps that someone is soaring so high in their happiness that they seem to be floating on air. Or "I'm in a fog" meaning perhaps that visibility and clarity are difficult at the moment...We all find ourselves in the clouds or in a fog at one time or another in life...

Seems I woke up and realized that we are now 36 days into a New Year and I wonder if I've been lost in a fog....nope, I haven't been shipwrecked, just on a bridge to nowhere perhaps. Sorta directionless, moving - but either on the wrong path or going in circles trying to keep my footing from falling off the path.

Oh, nothing's really wrong...but you know that feeling when nothing seems to be really right either? That miserable limbo. Going through the motions. Do you move forward, do you go back and regroup, do you stop to rest?

Rest. Now that's an interesting concept. Again taking a quick look at Wikipedia rest can be leisure, human relaxation, sleep (I think I need all of the above!) or a pause in a piece of music....hum...

Music. Not something I'm gifted in per say (can't carry a tune in a bucket!), but something I enjoy. Where would my mind be if I didn't have praise songs circling in my busy brain, like David playing his harp to sooth King Saul...So many times God speaks to me through a song on my iPod or Christian radio...but sometimes there's music in the quietness. In the beauty of His creation!

You will find me

I'm at the point of your breaking

Behind all the noise

When your world is

Darkest I can still see

Cause when there's nothing left

I'll be

I'll be the light to help you find

All the things you left behind

Wondering will love come back

I'll be whispering you're still mine

When loneliness invades your mind

You're gonna be all right

You will find me

I'm at the point of your breaking

Behind all the noise

You will find me

I'm at the point of your breaking

Behind all the noise

When your world is

Darkest I can still see

Cause when there's nothing left, yeah

Cause when there's nothing left

I'll be

I'll be - The Newsboys

I could so relate to the little bird footprints in the sand the morning I experienced this...I was running in several directions and getting no where fast, to the point my get up and go got up and went and I was exhausted - emotionally, physically, creatively, and spiritually. He gently spoke to me - Rest.

I'm resting in Him. No longer spinning in as many circles, no longer in a dense fog, no longer on a bridge to nowhere - He has the plan, the path He wants to use me on...

Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.12 Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you.13 And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart.14 I will be found by you, says the Lord

Merry Christmas

Here's to all the friends who are hurting this holiday season. Perhaps they are alone because their family lives far away, perhaps their loved ones have to work in this 24/7 society, or perhaps they are separated by death from someone very precious in their lives. Here's to all the friends who have hurtful relationships, illness, loss of job or serious calamity in their lives this holiday season...My prayers for you (and me) is that we would see Christmas for what it truly is - not the expectations, not the disappointments - but the awe and wonderment that God took on the form of mankind in that precious baby, His Son, who came to live among us - the only sinless man in the world because He was both God and man, the awe and wonderment that He gave His Son Jesus to be born, and then to die that we might live. John 3:16 For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believes in Him shall have everlasting life.. Put aside your hurts, fears, worries for a brief moment in time, and reflect on the BEST GIFT ever - Jesus. He knows your sorrows and your joys. Receive His gift - His love for you and His sacrifice for your sins and mine. Tell it to Jesus my friend, you'll find that He understands. And have yourself a merry little Christmas!

(reposted from FaceBook)

Busted: Island Quilters Caught Playing Strip Poker!

It started out innocently, honestly it did...

Mild mannered quilting ladies gathering for their annual Christmas party...who would have thought?

Eagerly rushing through the business portion of our monthly guild meeting....

Sharing,among other things, all about the charity quilts donated during the year and plans for the upcoming year...

Taking a little time for show and tell...

"When do we eat!" was the resounding question...

Finally it was time to party! Bring on the good times!

Quilters are known to be good cooks. (All but this particular quilter, but we're not talking about my lack of culinary skills...)

It was evident by the spread that these ladies were serious about their food!

Who would have thought that this nice group of "little 'ole quilting ladies" were fixin' to get wild!

*** warning Will Robinson***

Disclaimer:

Due to the nature of the topic

photos are not published of what happened next!

Truth be told - photos weren't taken!

The paper plates were cleared, the deserts revisited, the drinks refilled (non-alcoholic of course - after all we are NICE little ole quilting ladies).

It was time...

The much anticipated hottest entertainment event of the evening...

The excitement had been building....

Many members, myself included, waited all year for this!

An opportunity to let our hair down...

An excuse to throw caution to the wind...

A chance to be a little reckless...

The room was electric with anticipation...

The cards were distributed among the tables. Dealers were chosen. (I'm guilty. I participated eagerly with my Las Vegas alter ego leaping out of no-where as the deck was shuffled).

GASP!

Island Quilter's Guild Ladies Playing Strip Poker!

Yep, it's true, my good friends and fellow quilters with utter confidence were quick to ante-up a 2.5 inch STRIP of fabric! Cards were dealt, high card drew first from the pot. From high to low quilters chose their coveted strip of fabric - "battling" for position when there was a tie. Such reckless abandonment - I've never seen anything like it.

For four games we did this. Fast paced dealing and grabbing - hoping for the best draw and not being stuck with the "ugly" fabric. Game five was winner take all! High card won the jackpot. Oh the joy of victory, oh the agony of defeat. It's not easy letting go of fabric!

Time to switch tables, dealers stayed. New group of quilters, new fabric to covet - choices were made - do I play the pretty fabric or offer up the dogs?

Laughter could be heard among the five tables. Some dealers were faster than others (just sayin') playing more than the five games per table while waiting for other tables to finish before the shuffle of players to a new table to begin all over again ...

Yep! The Island Gals got a little wild at our Christmas party - we un-ashamedly played strip poker and I betcha' we do it again next year!

Now the challenge is what to do with my winnings!

Making Memories

This is the time of year when families get together and "make memories" - typically kicking things off with a big Thanksgiving and then the countdown begins for Christmas!

For some people the holidays can be both joyful and painful. Seems there are a lot of people I know who have family members with serious illness or have lost loved ones recently, many are entering into the first holiday season after a loved ones' passing. It never seems to get easier - as I too have once again walked through the anniversary of my dad's passing some 8 years ago....yes, the ups and downs of the holidays....

Everyone deals with their own grief in their own way. Some like to hold on to special items from their family member, some enjoy photos, others just want to keep their memory alive by recalling special times together.

Every once in a while I'm asked to make a "memory quilt" from a deceased family member's clothing so that those left behind have a tangible remembrance, a "hug" so to speak as they cuddle up in a quilt that is unique and one of a kind, one that holds special memories and can bring comfort during times of sorrow.

Recently I was given men's suits and ties along with a few special photos to make a lap quilt for a granddaughter to remember her granddad...

A few scatterings of blocks made from ties and a few photos are sprinkled in among a wide variety of fabrics from pants and suits, tied together with a little red fabric to add to the colors of the clothing with hopes to make this holiday a little more special...

It's always a privilege to be entrusted with a family's heirloom, and it is my hope that this quilt brings joy to the receiver not only this holiday season, but for many seasons to come.

As with my own dad, there are so many times I miss him....and I think of how much he'd be enjoying the family right now as my two sons have chosen their soul mates - oh how much he's approve of the girls! How he would tease them and laugh with them, and love welcoming them to the family...sometimes these thoughts are painful as I truly wish he could share things with all of us...yet because I know where he is I realize how selfish it is to want him back...the separation is truly the hardest on those left behind . Every now and then I reflect on the fact that my dad certainly knows a whole lot more than me about heaven, angels, the saints who have gone before and oh how wonderful it must be to gaze upon the Redeemer...our Savior...face to face! One day I'll share that knowledge....

2 Corinthians 5:6-10 Therefore, being always of good courage, and knowing that while we are at home in the body we are absent from the Lord— ⁷ for we walk by faith, not by sight— ⁸ we are of good courage, I say, and prefer rather to be absent from the body and⁾to be at home with the Lord. ⁹ Therefore we also have as our ambition, whether at home or absent, to be pleasing to Him. ¹⁰ For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each one may be recompensed for his deeds in the body, according to what he has done, whether good or bad.

Piece by Peace

Sometimes scraps happen. Well, if you are a quilter they happen a lot! I have several baskets for scraps and this particular one is all strip scraps - you know, the kind that happen when you are cutting strips and you make an oops and it's not exactly straight, or the kind that happen when you don't have enough fabric left to cut the exact size you want for a certain project, and of course, there's those strips that come from trimming the over sized backing off a completed quilt that's been done on the longarm.

Strip scraps. Strip therapy. Yep. That's what I needed recently..so I took photos to share my therapy journey with you...

I didn't really have a plan when I started. Truly I just needed to hear the hum of my sewing machine to make me happy. I've done foundation flip and sew type string quilts but that's not what I wanted to do. That requires a lot of pressing, generally with each added strip and who wants to do that when all I wanted to do was sew!

So sew I did! It didn't matter what width the strips were or even if they were a tad wonky, I just wanted to sew. I discovered that most of my strips were full width of fabric, with a few odd sizes mixed in, hum...perhaps by cutting them in half and making them 20 something inches instead of 40 something inches I'd be able to vary the placement better... It was then that I came up with an idea to us my Go Cutter, but I'm getting ahead of myself...

I don't think you can really see it in the above photo, but under the first strip there is a neat little gadget called The Strip Stick that I highly recommend! I purchased this tool at a local quilt show and have found it most useful in my pressing - it's got a raised surface that makes it easy to press the seams open and flat! You owe it to yourself to view their video (but it can wait until after you finish reading the blog - smile). One thing I liked about it was I could save pressing until the end of the strip strata...a bonus on a day I just wanted to sit and sew with little interruptions.

I hinted above that I had a design inspiration while sewing to use my Go!Cutter - I decided on which die to use and determined that I needed my strip set to be at least 9 inches wide and 18 inches long...this also would work well with the smaller strips in the scrap basket, the strips didn't have to be only vertical or only horizontal, just 9 x 18... so the first set was sewn, pressed and loaded into the Go!Cutter...

And this is what came out the other side! (minus the trimmings of course)

Instant gratification! Well, almost, it's still got to be put together - but it was pretty exciting! So I tried out another strip set (notice that the strips truly weren't even, which adds to the charm wouldn't you say?)

And yes, all the trimming away with the Go!Cutter left me with still more scraps...but I determined that I'd be able to "let go" and recycle these to the studio trash can with little or no guilt. Some of the bigger scraps I've kept for future projects.

Keep in mind, Pixxie, my professional quilt model is only 6 pounds 6 ounces so that's not too much guilt in the collection of scraps next to her...

As I was merrily sewing and cutting away my mind was busy thinking of the background fabric I would need to complete my little therapy quilt....every now and then I'd hop up from the machine and go audition a fabric...there were lots of colors to choose from and I knew from previous experiences that I could make this quilt be whatever color I wanted. If I chose a yellow background it would read yellow no matter that there were multicolored scraps.... It wasn't an easy choice as I did have a lot to choose from in my stash...hum...it's been a while since I've made a purple quilt so I began to look on the purple shelf for possibilities...

It may be hard to see unless you click on the photo to enlarge - but I chose what I like to call a "dizzy print". You have to admit, it does have lots of movement!

Not only that, but it sorta fit with my therapy....seems I needed peace in my life because things do have a way of getting dizzy and stressful. The dizzy fabric represented my mood at the time and the peace came from being frugal with my strip scraps and the peacefulness of the hum of my machine while listening to my praise and worship music on the iPod....

This quilt isn't a quilt yet, only a few of the blocks are actually pieced, but it's on the design wall with the goal of piecing a little here and there as I need more "sew therapy" during this busy time in my life.

Piecefully yours,

karen o

You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You. Isaiah 26:3