Trusting

Oh the joys of Grandmahood! I can't begin to describe what it is like to have those faces look at you and say Grama, c'mere. I have a picture on my fridge from my Granddaughter Nina that says To: Gramba Cony. It is a picture she drew freehand. I'm not usually a saver...it will stay.

I pray daily for my Grandchildren (and Great Nephews), for them to accept Christ as their savior at an early age and commit their lives to serving him. I pray daily for my children to raise their children in homes that will honor God. I do this because I trust God wholeheartedly.

Today, I am left trusting. Not that things will turn out as I plan or as I want, but I am trusting that no matter what the circumstances of life or death that I will be found faithful. That my words will be honoring to God, drawing others closer to him and that if there is grief in my future that it will be obvious to others that it is His hands that support me.

For the last two days I have added a new prayer for my children, that they will also trust God wholeheartedly, that they will honor him, drawing closer to him in this time of uncertainty, that they will draw their strength from Him. I know that this, and only this, will make the burden easier to bear.

Knitting gone wild....

I used to be a very sane knitter.

I never bought yarn that I didn't have a project for.

I never started a project before I finished the last one.

I never started a project without even having a pattern.

I never would have paid $8+ for a skein of yarn.

I never thought obsessively about buying more knitting accessories.

I never used to think, oh I'll just browse "friend's activity" on ravelry thinking oh that's pretty.

I NEVER put a project in a bag in the corner and thought someday I'll finish that (or maybe not)!

I would never have texted (repeatedly) someone to get a recommendation for a yarn type and then obsessed about the color of yarn, and do they have a heathered one?