As you might imagine, there were a lot of things that surprised me on our four months away on sabbatical.  The first one, was that I didn’t miss home almost at all.  One thing I did miss however, were opportunities to be creative.  I didn’t pine away about it, but when we got home in August, all I wanted to …

It was something I had mused about before our epic summer vacation, something I thought I might do when we got back.  I had been imagining a little furniture shuffle of sorts.  The first on my list was moving the secretary desk from the corner of the dining room to my bedroom, in hopes that I could hideaway to write …

This is Part 3 of my Journey into blogging.  If you haven’t read the previous posts, I would encourage you to get caught up here with Part 1 – What’s In Your Hands, and here with Part 2 – Believers, Building and Beginnings. After about six months into blogging, I was starting to timidly take flight.  Gaining confidence in my …

This year, Good Friday falls on the Jewish calendar on the first day of Passover.  I really wish our Christian calendar followed heed every year to this Jewish holiday. Because before the foundations of the world were laid, He knew He would offer up His life during Passover.  Everything God does is with purpose.  The intentional hands that drew up …

I think it’s been pretty well established that I have a slight obsession with throw pillows. Especially the unique ones, ones that can’t be bought at stores, ones that are made from glorious fabrics or made from needlepoint or other thrifted things.  I have an abundance of posts regarding these. So when I saw this black and white farmhouse needlepoint …

I had way too much fun this Christmas, creating more gifts than I ever have to date.  I worked my heart and soul out, much to my delight, enjoying the process of creating and imagining how perfect each gift was crafted for each receiver.  It literally made me giddy.  I shared early in January the gift I made for my …

Yesterday I went on a field trip with two of my boys to the Performing Arts Center where a man performed through a bit of humor and the touch of the ivory keys while recounting the history and anatomy of a piano.  While the kids were educated and entertained, my heart was moved by the intermittent strokes of Bach and Beethoven, music I had grown …

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