Its been a long time since I've posted something. Life has been busy. Homeschooling the kids, joining new groups, quilting, dinner, laundry, the list goes on and on. There are also times when I have felt like I was on the verge of a mental and emotional break down (I'm sure I'm not the only one). A lot of time is spent thinking about things that I want to do, should be doing, and making excuses about why its not happening. It seems as though one commitment is made only to find that I've begun to neglect some others. Homeschooling and quilting were the two new things that I committed to this year and so far I'm still committed. However, there are old commitments that seems to fall by the waste side from time to time.
When I started this blog my intent was to share and learn while I journey as a quilter. When I wasn't quilting I didn't share anything and when I was quilting, I was to busy quilting to share. I was reminded today that my life consist of three very important variables, God/my family/myself. I think my family had become first, then myself, the God. This order of things left me frustrated and angry a good portion of the time. So today, I commit, again to share this quilt called my life. I will share something about my relationship with God/Christ, my family, and myself. Beginning now.
No matter what I go through or how hard things seem to get God is always there. When I ask for help it never fails that He helps me. I'm trying to learn how to take things one day at a time. God reminds me over and over again that He is committed to me FOREVER, even when I'm not so committed. This morning while in the car I heard a man talking about his grandmother teaching him about prayer. I was reminded by his words how simple is while lately for me it has seemed like the hardest thing at times.
You can't see it from this picture but this quilt panel has a prayer around the edges.
Now about the family, we are all quite busy lately. My house of 5, myself, Cecil, Josiah, Israel, and my mother has grown to 6 with my little sister Shonda. There are days when I want to strangle her, fortunately the good days out number the others.
Well its time to do the dishes. Talk to ya tomorrow.