Heart ‘Housekeeping’

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Sunday evening message was on cleaning your ‘heart house’.
Sometimes we overlook dusty corners.
Sometimes we forget to pick up all the trash.
Sometimes we get lazy and think ‘I’ll get around to it later.’

In 2 Chronicles 29:5, 18
King Hezekiah said,
“Hear me, ye Levites, sanctify now yourselves,
and sanctify the house of the Lord God of your fathers,
and carry forth the filthiness out of the holy place.”

Then they (the priests) went in to Hezekiah the king, and said,
We have cleansed all the house of the Lord,
and the altar of burnt offering,
with all the vessels thereof,
and the shewbread table,
with all the vessels thereof.

A cleaning had to be done before
the people could worship God acceptably.

A Devotional by Stacey Edwards

“There are different levels of cleaning the home. There’s the kind of cleaning you do on a regular basis: wash the dishes, do the laundry, make the beds, reewash the laundry that sat in the machine over night. Then there’s the quick cleaning you do for unexpected company. (This is when you shove toys into closets, light a candle, and close all the bedroom doors!)

During a certain time of year, however, cleaning takes on a whole new meaning. There’s no specific date on the calendar for this chore, you just wake up one morning and you it’s spring cleaning time. It’s time to begin to deal with all those tasks that you’ve been ignoring for too long.

During this deep cleaning, ceiling fans are finally dusted, curtains are taken down and washed, the windows are opened to allow the breeze to blow through your home. Closets get reorganized and furniture gets rearranged. Long neglected tasks are completed, and the entire home seems fresh and new.

When it comes to our spiritual lives, it’s easy to get caught up in the day-to-day kind of cleaning. We do just what is necessary for the immediate maintenance of our faith. If we aren’t careful, however, we let some tasks go undone. Dust bunnines begin to accumulate. We need a spiritual spring cleaning.”

Today we need to be willing to ask God to search our hearts

Psalm 139:23-24
Search me, O God, and know my heart:
try me, and know my thoughts:
And see if there be any wicked way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting..

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Five Minute Friday – Expect

Joining with Kate at Heading Home

For five minutes of free writing.
“This is meant to be a free write, which means:
no editing, no over-thinking,
no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation.
Just write.”

This week’s prompt –Expect

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expect
• a : to consider probable or certain
• b : to consider reasonable, due, or necessary
• c : to consider bound in duty or obligated

expectation
• : a belief that something will happen or is likely to happen

 

My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him.
Psalm 62:5

Where do i get my hope?
On whom do I set my affection?
On whom do I lean?

The LORD GOD who says:
I will never leave thee or forsake thee
I will send you a comforter
I AM the Lord God, I change not

These are the stones of my foundation.
As I learned to trust God for my every day needs.
He wrote these promises on the fleshly tables
of my heart with His own finger.

These promises are so apart of me –
the words and I are one.

No one can take them from me.
I can’t even sandblast them from my heart.
The words are set as if in stone.

For many times I have cried to My Father with full expectation
I would receive an answer.
He has never failed to answer.
Always as I have longed for, desired or in my wisdom considered best
No
Has His answer failed?
No
Has His answer damaged my expectation, my hope or my confidence in Him?

NO!

stop

 

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Also expecting a good harvest from our berry vines.

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Definitions,  Scripture and pictures added before/after writing.

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Today’s thought – Go the Distance

a_woman_climbing_a_mountainKeep walking.

Our walk with God is a walk by faith.
When we begin our walk,
we don’t know how many days the  walk it will be.
We don’t know the terrain,
how many mountains,
how many valleys,
how many deserts or
how many swamps.
We don’t know what the weather will be;
Sun, rain, sleet or snow.
We don’t know who will walk with us;
who will start and stay the whole course,
who will start and give up and start again,
who will start and quit or
who will never start despite our many prayers.
We are promised
Take my yoke upon you and learn of me,
for my yoke is easy and my burden is light.
I will never leave you ar forsake you.
I am the Lord your God, I change not.
Ask and ye shall receive.
Seek and ye shall find.
Knock and it shall be opened unto you.
Cast your burdens upon the Lord, for he careth for you.
He knoweth the way that I take:
when he hath tried me,
I shall come forth as gold.
I will prepare a place for you.

Place it all on a balance
on one side my fears, my wearines, my humanity;
on the other side all God’s promises.
See how light and vain I am.
See how strong God is.
Cast me off the scale
and place my grain of mustard seed faith
with my prayer, ‘Help thou my unbelief’
on the scale instead
and watch all things balance out for God’s glory.

Go the distance,
endure until the end,
fight a good fight,
cleave to the Lord,
lean not to your own understanding,
keep the faith.
Go the distance.

Distance
An Acrostic Poem

Days, weeks, months, years, the hours, the minutes, the seconds and the miles
I n between where we are, where we were and where we hope to be
S ometimes the distance is short and sometimes the distance is long
T ime spans all distances, moving us closer together and further apart, all at the same time
A s we traverse life’s ever winding highway, family and friends are found and lost along the way
N ot knowing when we’ll meet again, we hold them in our hearts, shrinking the distance as we
C atch the memories shared and use them to propel us forward, pressing on in our journey, inching
E ver closer to eternity, with every step, every breath and every moment in this crazy, beautiful life.

by: Michelle McCarty

Isaiah 40:28-31
Hast thou not known?
hast thou not heard,
that the everlasting God, the LORD,
the Creator of the ends of the earth,
fainteth not, neither is weary?
there is no searching of his understanding.
He giveth power to the faint;
and to them that have no might
he increaseth strength.
Even the youths shall faint and be weary,
and the young men shall utterly fall:
But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings as eagles;
they shall run,
and not be weary;
and they shall walk,
and not faint.

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. . . Before he had done speaking

20160517_110824We can rest on the promise that God hears our prayers
as easily as this kitty rests on this pillow.

And it came to pass, before he had done speaking…and he said,
Blessed be Jehovah…who hath not forsaken his lovingkindness and his truth” Genesis 24:15, 27

Every right prayer is answered
before the prayer itself is finished–
before we have “done speaking.”
This is because God has pledged His Word
to us that whatsoever we ask in Christ’s name
(that is, in oneness with Christ and His will)
and in faith,
shall be done.

As God’s Word cannot fail,
whenever we meet those simple conditions in prayer,
the answer to our prayer has been granted
and completed in Heaven as we pray,
even though its showing forth on earth
may not occur until long afterward.

So it is well to close every prayer
with praise to God for the answer
that He has already granted;
He who never forsakes His loving-kindness and His truth.
–Messages for the Morning Watch

Daniel 9:20-23
20 And whiles I was speaking, and praying,
and confessing my sin and the sin of my people Israel,
and presenting my supplication before the LORD my God
for the holy mountain of my God;
21 Yea, whiles I was speaking in prayer, even the man Gabriel,
whom I had seen in the vision at the beginning,
being caused to fly swiftly,
touched me about the time of the evening oblation.
22 And he informed me, and talked with me, and said,
O Daniel, I am now come forth to give thee skill and understanding.
23 At the beginning of thy supplications the commandment came forth,
and I am come to shew thee;
for thou art greatly beloved:
therefore understand the matter,
and consider the vision.

Daniel 10:12
Then said he unto me, Fear not, Daniel:
for from the first day
that thou didst set thine heart to understand,
and to chasten thyself before thy God,
thy words were heard,
and I am come for thy words.

Yarn Along – Time for a Happy Dance

Yarn Along
~ Two of my favorite things are knitting and reading and I love sharing my projects and current reads here.~
This is how Lisa begins her blog, Small Things, on Wednesdays.

Many of the wonderful items, knitted or crocheted,
I see get added to my someday list.
Books and authors, new to me, peak my interest.

My happy dance begins with a finished project!

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Started in May, 2015,
Worked on diligently, until decrease.
I struggled with wrapping my head
around where to stop the row and
putting everything in time out for about 4 months.

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Linked to ravelry

Remember that cute sox yarn?

sox

I haven’t forgotten everything about knitting yet.

Still reading, ‘The Masterpiece’ book 2 of Alcott Legacy series, Maryann Minatra.

Listening to ‘Undetected’ by Dee Henderson

Linking with Lisa and Yarn Along

Raspberries, Boysenberries and Black Marion Berries at Cozy Acres

May is berry pickin’ time!

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the Farmer

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Boysenberries

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Boysenberries
Can you tell Boysenberries are my favorite!

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Black Marion Berries

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Raspberries

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See the fancy bail created by the Farmer to fill a need.

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the Farmer’s wife fills the trays and into the freezer they go

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Can you see two bags of boysenberries packaged and dated?
that’s what we do with berries at Cozy Acres –
When we aren’t eating them!

 

 

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Bloom Where You Are Planted

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planted the acorn in my brother’s backyard.

 

“I am writing to the exiles scattered to the four winds.
Not one is missing, not one forgotten.” 1Peter 1:1, The Message

In this Scripture we have a new point of view
set forth for our consideration.
From one point of view we see a national disaster —
for hundreds of thousands of citizens have been uprooted
from their homes by an occupying army,
and driven like cattle into the highways and byways;
scattered to the four winds,
and now known only as exiles.

That’s a rather bleak picture.

But from another point of view
we see something altogether glorious.
The word for scattered in the Greek New Testament
actually means “to be sown as seed.”
In other words, while they may be viewed by man
as exiles from their country;
they were seen by God as seeds planted in new fields of glory.

If we would learn to always see our shifting circumstances
from God’s point of view,
we would not be caught up in the shift
and drift of a culture that stirs up strife
and debate over things that inconvenience us.
Rather, we would live as thankful people,
praising God for His faithfulness in all things at all times —
and we would bloom where we are planted.

God knows who you are,
where you are,
and what His plans for you are.

If you will but humbly acknowledge that He is in control,
a shift will occur in your heart and in your outlook —
sunshine will break through the dark clouds,
and your life will sprout with new purpose and great effectiveness.

You will bloom where you are planted —
and may thus discover that God has in fact brought you
to where you have always wanted to be!

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Just a Closer Walk with Thee

Do you want a  ‘Closer Walk with Jesus’?
Meet Him in the morning.

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1 I am weak but Thou art strong;
Jesus, keep me from all wrong;
I’ll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.

Refrain:
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.

2 Thro’ this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee. [Refrain]

3 When my feeble life is o’er,
Time for me will be no more;
Guide me gently, safely o’er
To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore. [Refrain]

Psalm 63:1-2
A Psalm of David,
when he was in the wilderness of Judah.
O God, thou art my God;
early will I seek thee:
my soul thirsteth for thee,
my flesh longeth for thee
in a dry and thirsty land,
where no water is;
To see thy power and thy glory,
so as I have seen thee in the sanctuary.

 

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May 15, Sunday Bible Reading

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Proverbs 3:1-14

The Rewards of Wisdom

My son, do not forget my [a]teaching,
But let your heart keep my commandments;

For length of days and years of life [worth living]
And tranquility and prosperity [the wholeness of life’s blessings]
they will add to you.

Do not let mercy and kindness and truth leave you
[instead let these qualities define you];
Bind them [securely] around your neck,
Write them on the tablet of your heart.

So find favor and high esteem
In the sight of God and man.

Trust in and rely confidently on the Lord with all your heart
And do not rely on your own insight or understanding.

[b]In all your ways know and acknowledge and recognize Him,
And He will make your paths straight and smooth
[removing obstacles that block your way].

Do not be wise in your own eyes;
Fear the Lord [with reverent awe and obedience]
and turn [entirely] away from evil.

It will be health to your body
[your marrow, your nerves, your sinews, your muscles—all your inner parts]
And refreshment (physical well-being) to your bones.

Honor the Lord with your wealth
And with the first fruits of all your crops (income);

Then your barns will be abundantly filled
And your vats will overflow with new wine.

My son, do not reject or take lightly the discipline of the Lord
[learn from your mistakes and the testing
that comes from His correction through discipline];
Nor despise His rebuke,

For those whom the Lord loves He corrects,
Even as a father corrects the son in whom he delights.

Happy [blessed, considered fortunate, to be admired]
is the man who finds [skillful and godly] wisdom,
And the man who gains understanding and insight
[learning from God’s word and life’s experiences],

For wisdom’s profit is better than the profit of silver,
And her gain is better than fine gold.

from the Amplified Bible

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Endeavor to be Patient

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Thankful for the gift of fresh range-free eggs.

This morning I read these thoughts.
How they spoke to my sometimes over critical heart.

And what doth the Lord require of thee,
but to do justly,
and to love mercy,
and to walk humbly with thy God?
–Micah 6:8.

Endeavor to be patient in bearing with the defects and infirmities of others,
of what sort soever they be;
for that thyself also hast many failings which must be borne with by others.
If thou canst not make thyself such an one as thou wouldest,
how canst thou expect to have another in all things to thy liking?
THOMAS À KEMPIS

Put on therefore… kindness, humbleness of mind, meekness, long-suffering.
–Colossians 3:12

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Yarn Along – New Beginnings

 

Yarn Along
~ Two of my favorite things are knitting and reading and I love sharing my projects and current reads here.~
This is how Lisa begins her blog, Small Things, on Wednesdays.

Many of the wonderful items, knitted or crocheted,
I see get added to my someday list.
Books and authors, new to me, peak my interest.

I haven’t knitted since I can’t remember.

In my wanderings yesterday I visited
a favorite yarn shop in downtown Sacramento,CA.
A little voice whispered in my ear,
Look at those!
I looked.
I fondled.
I asked for a pattern for toddler sox.
(Even though I knew I had a pattern at home.)
I walked out with a little seed planted in my heart.

Maybe I’m waking up again.

kimera Pattern – Jeannee, Plymouth Yarn
Yarn – kimera, Adriafil

 I’m  reading  ‘The Masterpiece’ book 2 of Alcott Legacy series, Maryann Minatra.
I’m listening to ‘The Prodigal’ book 4 of Abram’s Daughters series, Beverly Lewis.

Linking to Yarn Along with Lisa

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Hello

Remember me?

I feel as though I have been living in a cave for  . . .

I’m being to peer out . . .

It’s bright out there . . .

outside

I’ve missed the light.

 

Thanks, Mom, for praying.let

 

 

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I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day

The Story Behind
“I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day”
by Tom Stewart edited by me
December 20, 2001

Peace on Earth, Goodwill to men.One of America’s best known poets, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882), contributed to the wealth of carols sung each Christmas season, when he composed the words to “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day” on December 25th 1864. The carol was originally a poem, “Christmas Bells,” containing seven stanzas. Two stanzas were omitted, which contained references to the American Civil War, thus giving us the carol in its present form. The poem gave birth to the carol, “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day,” and the remaining five stanzas were slightly rearranged in 1872 by John Baptiste Calkin (1827-1905), who also gave us the memorable tune. When Longfellow penned the words to his poem, America was still months away from Lee’s surrender to Grant at Appomattox Court House on April 9th 1865; and, his poem reflected the prior years of the war’s despair, while ending with a confident hope of triumphant peace.

A Son is given.

” For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given: and the government shall be upon His shoulder: and His Name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.  Of the increase of His government and peace there shall be no end, upon the throne of David, and upon His Kingdom, to order it, and to establish it with Judgment and with Justice from henceforth even for ever. The zeal of the LORD of Hosts will perform this” Isaiah 9:6-7

As with any composition that touches the heart of the hearer, “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day” flowed from the experience of Longfellow– involving the tragic death of his wife Fanny and the crippling injury of his son Charles from war wounds. Henry married Frances Appleton on July 13th 1843, and they settled down in the historic Craigie House overlooking the Charles River in Cambridge, Massachusetts. They were blessed with the birth of their first child, Charles, on June 9th 1844, and eventually, the Longfellow household numbered five children– Charles, Ernest, Alice, Edith, and Allegra. Alice, the Longfellows’ third child and first daughter, was delivered, while her mother was under the anesthetic influence of ether– the first in North America.

Tragedy struck both the nation and the Longfellow family in 1861. Confederate Gen. Pierre G. T. Beauregard fired the opening salvos of the American Civil War on April 12th, and Fanny Longfellow was fatally burned in an accident in the library of Craigie House on July 10th. The day before the accident, Fanny Longfellow recorded in her journal: “We are all sighing for the good sea breeze instead of this stifling land one filled with dust. Poor Allegra is very droopy with heat, and Edie has to get her hair in a net to free her neck from the weight.” After trimming some of seven year old Edith’s beautiful curls, Fanny decided to preserve the clippings in sealing wax. Melting a bar of sealing wax with a candle, a few drops fell unnoticed upon her dress. The longed for sea breeze gusted through the window, igniting the light material of Fanny’s dress– immediately wrapping her in flames. In her attempt to protect Edith and Allegra, she ran to Henry’s study in the next room, where Henry frantically attempted to extinguish the flames with a nearby, but undersized throw rug. Failing to stop the fire with the rug, he tried to smother the flames by throwing his arms around Frances– severely burning his face, arms, and hands. Fanny Longfellow died the next morning. Too ill from his burns and grief, Henry did not attend her funeral. (Incidentally, the trademark full beard of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow arose from his inability to shave after this tragedy.)

The first Christmas after Fanny’s death, Longfellow wrote, “How inexpressibly sad are all holidays.” A year after the incident, he wrote, “I can make no record of these days. Better leave them wrapped in silence. Perhaps someday God will give me peace.” Longfellow’s journal entry for December 25th 1862 reads: “‘A merry Christmas’ say the children, but that is no more for me.” Almost a year later, Longfellow received word that his oldest son Charles, a lieutenant in the Army of the Potomac, had been severely wounded with a bullet passing under his shoulder blades and taking off one of the spinal processes. The Christmas of 1863 was silent in Longfellow’s journal. Finally, on Christmas Day of 1864, he wrote the words of the poem, “Christmas Bells.” The reelection of Abraham Lincoln or the possible end of the terrible war may have been the occasion for the poem. Lt. Charles Longfellow did not die that Christmas, but lived. So, contrary to popular belief, the occasion of writing that much loved Christmas carol was not due to Charles’ death.

Longfellow’s Christmas bells loudly proclaimed, “God is not dead.” Even more, the bells announced, “Nor doth He sleep.” God’s Truth, Power, and Justice are affirmed, when Longfellow wrote: “The wrong shall fail, the right prevail.” The message that the Living God is a God of Peace is proclaimed in the close of the carol: “Of peace on Earth, good will to men.”

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“Christmas Bells”
(The original poem, complete with all seven stanzas)

“I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till, ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
“For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men!”

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The Longest Night

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And so the Shortest Day came and the year died
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive.
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, revelling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us – listen!
All the long echoes, sing the same delight,
This Shortest Day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And now so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.

Susan Cooper

Published in: on December 21, 2015 at 4:30 am  Leave a Comment  
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Tale of Six Bears

My daughter, Emily, Quilt’m by Sunflower Designs,
asked me help with a Christ project.

This is my tale.

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Tale of Six Bears

My name is Alvin.
I sing as good as the chipmunk.
I love to sing and play.
My special talents are keeping secrets and making memories.

My name is Bill.
I’m a hard worker and I enjoy working.
My special talent is seeing what could be and making that dream real.

My name is Curtis.
I am your first love.
I’ll give you your first kiss.
You’ll never forget me.
My special talent is being your LOVE memories’ cornerstone.

My name is ‘Big D’.
I climb the highest towers.
I drive the rockiest roads.
I know all about life’s potholes.
My special talent is proving true the saying
“When life gives you lemons make cold, refreshing lemonade. “.

My name is Everett, steadfast and faithful.
I always want the best for you
I only have eyes for you.
My special talent is keeping my vows for’ever’.
My name is Ferguson.
I am a gentle giant.
I care immensely for those I love,
so don’t touch my people.
My special talent is treating everyone with thoughtfulness and kindness.

Hi, I’m Leslie, Emily’s mom.
I was given your boxes of clothing
to help her with the Christmas projects.

Truthfully making quilts from clothing
is not easy or as much fun as working with new fabric.
And as the project nears completion,
it is not until the quilting is done before we see any beauty.

When you asked Emily to make bears,
she and I had never made a bear.
So it was with a little anxiety I started bear making.

12 of this piece,
24 of that piece,
be sure the Hawaiian swim trunks are in everything.

I f were to start over
there are many things I’d do a little differently,
because now I know what to do to make a more
professional looking bear.

But, we know the owner of the clothing wasn’t perfect either.
Loved, yes, treasured yes, missed – forever.

So I hope you over look the funny bumps and lumps of these bears.

It wasn’t until I put the eyes, nose and mouth on the first bear
that I fell in love.
My heart opened.
and spoke of those I love.

Alvin is my first son, Aaron.
He also sings.
Sometimes like a chipmunk,
often like an angel.
You can trust with your secrets.
As a father of three sons,
he works hard for them to have good memories,

Bill is my father, William Lee, Bill.
He could look at bare land and see a garden,
a junk car and see the restored ’56 Buick Special
He saw my husband’s dream and made it come true.

Curtis is my first love, Curtis Ray Lee.
Third grade kisser running by fast and
caught me on the cheek, laughing all the time.
He gave me the cornerstone memory,
love is full of laughter.

Big D is my other son, Dan
A bright, intelligent boy who could look
at something and figure out how it worked.
April, 2000,at 20 He married a beautiful woman with a 4 year old daughter.
And life sent a pothole 9 months later
when his bride was stricken with a disease
and hasn’t had a pain free day since.
He knows all about lemonade

Everett is my husband, Elmer.
We married in June, 1967 at 25-him and 17-me
Ever word I wrote is true.

Ferguson is my son-in-law Travis
He loves guns just a very little bit less
than he loves my daughter and his children
He is a gentle giant
I wouldn’t want to change a thing about him.

My husband said
“put the names in the pockets”

that is your decision.

but maybe the new owners of the bears might need
just a little bit of hope.

Sharing with Ginny and Yarn Along.
This is why my needles are resting.

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