Psalm 8

A few hours before the "Blood Moon" occurred on 4/14/2014 

"When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? 

"For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honor. 

"Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet: 

"All sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field; The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas. 

"O LORD our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!" Psalm 8:3-9

Growing Things

(Hyacinths, tulips, daffodils are beginning to burst forth in vibrant, happy colors while the lilacs and berry bushes are starting to bud. I'm thrilled that my little gooseberry bush, the middle picture above, survived the winter after being given to me by a friend who claims the mother-bush has a history of somekind.)

Over the last several  weeks I haven't sewn a thing, much less walk into the sewing room, but for a few moments. It may continue to be this way for an unknown amount of time. If you read my blog solely for my projects, let me apologize to you!

But all is well. I've been getting more hours at work, I've been getting more violin students, and I've been reading in my quiet moments the words of Elizabeth Elliot on the topic of suffering. She write so pointedly yet her words are full of truth and grace. Spring time is my most favored time of year, and this year I'm vividly seeing the real and very raw beauty of life that follows death.

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in world’s storm-troubled sphere.
I see Heaven’s glories shine,
And faith shines equal,
arming me from fear.

~Emily Bronte