Dark, Dry, Cold

My daughter was given an Amaryllis bulb by her grandmother.  It has bloomed beautifully.  As I was talking with the neighbor friend who stopped in yesterday about how to care for it the rest of the year, I started pondering the lesson of the Amaryllis bulb.  After cutting the sturdy stalk off to an inch of the bulb and then letting it grow and fertilizing it during the summer.  It is to be stored\put away in a dormant state where it is kept dry, cool and dark.  I find that fascinating . . .  Isn't it interesting how God made some plants\ bulbs to need the darkness,  and the dryness and the cold for a season.  I just plopped my baby girlie who recently turned one into her crib for a time of rest\solitude\quiet and sleep.  Often times these things we sometimes wish we could eliminate from our lives are what makes it possible to flourish and bloom again . . . If for a season, we need be . . .

"But may the God of all grace, who called us to His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered a while, perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you."  - I Peter 5:10 NKJV

Desire Deferred

I thought . . .  I thought that I could sew . . . I mean, I have a designated sewing “room” on the third floor at the top of the stairs.  And I was so excited today, with the purchases I made at SRHarris’ – dark brown wool fabric for the backing of comforts.  But, not so.  Veronica, who is nine months old and missed me the last twenty-four hours didn’t want to let me out of her sight.  I know, it was sweet.  And I snuggled and hugged and kisses and held her lots since I arrived home, but yeah this will last a a couple days. 

I thought . . . I thought that since we moved and I have space for sewing, I might be found up there sewing happily away during the night for an hour when I can’t sleep.  Not so.  The girls need their sleep and I might make too much noise and wake them up.  Reality is more like, that I still am not organized with my gigantuous operation of comfort top making supplies, complete with fuzzy blankets\batting and sheets and other fabrics for the backs.  I have quite a collection.  Even fabric scraps for the tops . . .  somehow I don’t run out any more.  Till I use some, more appears and this not from my own soliciting.

I thought . . . I thought I somehow by actively sewing my supplies would dwindle and not have so much to “dig” through or store.  But not so.  It keeps coming.  And now by this time, I am buying nice wool fabric . . . because I want people to be warm.

I thought . . . that my daughter would have the same love and passion that I do in this . . .  That the thrill would keep her fitting it in, all hours and days and weeks of the year.  Not so.  She likes to sew dresses.  And this is good!!! I am really glad she is different than me in this after all I decided.  This is good . .  but different than I had thought it might be.

I thought . . . that I could sew  sometime soon . . . but there are a jillion other things to attend to.  So, I do that instead . . .

I thought . . . that I could sew today . . .  but decided that relationships were more important . . . and a walk . . .  on top of being wife and mother . . .

Do you think, perchance, sewing is a passion of mine?