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Interesting read and perspective. This was written in 2015! How befitting
Columbine wasn’t the first. Charleston won’t be the last. It’s not a gun problem. It’s not a race problem. It’s not a healthcare problem. We have mass shootings in America because we have an imagination problem.
When tragic evil happens, we look for rational explanations that give us a sense of control through understanding. Teenagers go on a rampage in their high school because they had access to firearms. A young white man murders in a black church because he’s a racist. The perpetrators are outcasts, misfits, and castaways that fell through the cracks of a society that is largely insensitive to mental illness. Everyone misses the cues until it is too late. Unarmed witnesses watch helplessly as the murderers unload and reload and unload again.
We could outlaw firearms, but murders will continue. We can criminalize bigotry, but it won’t stop people from hating. We can exonerate murderers…
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I get orders for baby quilts frequently and I am usually free to just go for what ever creation or design I may come up with. This particular customer asked for a baby quilt that is full-sized and a giraffe print. For about one month, I’ve been researching giraffes and looking for fabrics. Giraffe fabrics are usually accompanied with monkeys or jungle animals. These animals have different habitats but they are plopped together in a rain forest setting. Anyway, the next thing to consider was colors. Primary colors were easy to find; then there are some pastel colors and finally plenty of animal prints which is kind of risky for a baby quilt.
I solicited the help of the grandmother to go shopping for fabric and to come up with some ideas. Right off the bat grandmother found three adorable fabrics she would like. This is great, but it is the mom who is the actual customer so we need to look and shop with her style and creativity in mind. So we took pictures of all giraffe fabrics we could locate in the store and we sent them to Mom to see which one she would like. Mom quickly reply, all the first one, I love it. We took a picture of that particular fabric as a courtesy and never expecting her to choose it. Nonetheless she did choose it and yes it totally threw my entire creative game plan off track. These colors are not in my stash, so I purchased some nice Kona fabrics that were on sale. I always over the quilt size and color scheme before I go search. But on this occasion my mind was on baby quilt size instead full quilt size even though I used all of the fabric it is enough to make the quilt top.
Since the fabric is so light in. I thought I would do a patchwork border to brighten up the quilt but still keep the integrity the fabric. This is my first time trying patchwork. It is coming together beautifully but I do realize the need to be extra careful with the 1/4 inch seam and to be consistent with it.
I think I am going to like the way this one will turn out. I hope to finish the border this weekend and find a nice pale yellow flannel backing and perhaps a giraffe patch with the babies name on it. I rarely sign or label my quilts I’m not for sure how I feel about that. But I am told that I should do it so that no one else could claim my work.
Lighting is very important when you were taking these photos. You can barely see the green that is in the giraffes and how the green in the patchwork complements the work. At any rate I will press on to the finish line. I hope to post a finished top soon 👍🏾
Last week on the way home, this scripture came to mind ‘never the less, at thy word’. By the time I got home, that verse was just ringing in my heart. I walked in the house, spoke to my husband and grabbed my Bible. Found the scripture and proceed to read the entire chapter 5 of Luke. It was literally like quenching a thirst. If you have been a growing believer for as long as I have, you know the Spirit doesn’t just nudge you to read for fun or entertainment . I prayed and waited, prayed and waited but … nothing. Silence. Saturday came and went and still nothing on the verse. So I decided to let it go. If God wants me to see, hear, find, or help, he will let me know. All I have to do is meditate on Him and take him at His word.
Then came glorious Sunday. I teach Sunday school to wonderful 5th graders. In the past weeks, we have been learning about David. When Uzzah reach out his hand to steady the ark of the covenant, he died immediately because God’s plan and instructions were not followed. A few had difficulty understanding why God was so particular. And once again, nevertheless at thy word, came to heart. Although Simon did not fully understand, he chose to be obedient. After relaying Luke 5, I had them to think of times when a person of authority/ grown up asked you to do something they thought was unfair or that they did not agree with or understand? Oh yes! They all had stories to share on that one. But, the bottom line was obedience. Finally exhausting each scenario with obedience, one student proclaimed, ‘well I suppose God has it all covered! I thought, hmmm yes He really does. So this week I am waiting and praying for my need to be obedient as well as my growing students need to learn to be obedient.
It’s actually Wednesday night. The day is well over and weary of a day of living as we lie down to rest our tired bodies and minds. He falls into an easy quiet slumber right away. I lay and try to make my way to the quiet space that will lull me into unawareness and slumber. There. I think I hear a different sound. Intrigued, I push past the sounds of the ceiling fan whirring lazily overhead. Even further past the cloths dryer and traffic a mile away. Oh. There it goes again. Half excited because I am almost positive of the double call. The sounds the symphony the insects are playing is the perfect accompaniment to this soloist! Sweetheart, listen! Do you hear that? Opening his eyes and tuning his ear to the unknown. He assures me that all is well because it just an owl 🦉 and I could go back to sleep now because owls sleep outside!😳
But dare I be deterred? Of course not! The hoot of the owl keeps beckoning me. The owl doesn’t screech or growl but simply hoots as only the Great-Horned Owl could! For just over half an hour I listen to the bird hoot into the night and then the hunter is silent or flew away.
I am thankful for hoot of the owl (20)
The ears to hear the owl (21) &
The brain the recognize the hoot (22).