"You are where you are for such a time as this -- not to make an impression -- but to make a difference." AnnVoskamp

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

A Gift Cloth, Steel, Wood

336. A Gift Cloth: I have a quilt given to me by my Grandma that has names on it from their small community. With the date 1907. A gift cloth from the past that means much to me.

337. A Gift Steel:  My Dad is a hard worker. He has always been a wheat farmer, raising a few cattle on the side. He learned welding as a young boy to aid in repairing farm machinery. I am so thrilled to see the "yard" ornaments he has been making!

This is a very clever clothes line he made - and yes it turns!
In the back ground is a storm shelter he welded together and buried.

338. A Gift Wood: My favorite - what I call my "happy place" is made of wood and is on the back of our house. I enjoy our deck. I like being out there - but I also enjoy being in the house and just looking out. God has greatly blessed us.

3 Gifts Fragile

333. I always think of babies as being fragile - but they are probably not as fragile as a pre-teens self of worth. This can be "broken" so easily and should be dealt with in prayer and love.

334. My red glassware from Grandma Elsie and the sherbet glasses from Grandma Velma.

335. The flowers that were blooming seemed so fragile in the last snow. But they stood firm and looked beautiful after the melt and sun for a couple of days.

God gives strength where we least expect it. We cause fragility in others - He doesn't intend it that way. He intends courage, strength, dignity and grace.

Monday, May 6, 2013

3 Gifts Reflecting

328. Reflecting on my past. I'm not perfect and try to be careful about dwelling on the negative of my past. I have asked for God to forgive me and have worked hard to move on. I do try to use the mistakes in my past to improve my present and my future.

329. When I reflect on raising my kids,  - 20-20 makes a difference, right? Anyway, I pray that they will be what God wants them to be.

330. When I look at my image in a mirror, I reflect on what put those wrinkles there, on why I have the gray hair and I thank God that I am who I am and I am still becoming the woman He wants me to be.