ADD and crafting…

Well. Writers “joke” about having a Muse who keeps feeding them tales to spin, but really, I think this applies to any craft.

I kid you not – this morning I’m busy knitting a shrug for my daughter (which, to be frank, is slow-going), and now I’ve got an idea to design something in crochet for a friend (after she’s come up with the paper design, at least), and to either knit or crochet a jacket for myself and my daughter (because it’s COLD here today).

Oh. Did I mention that I’ve already got two knitting and one crochet project in my craft bag? We won’t mention the countless story ideas I have on my computer – there’s an excuse for those: I have work to do.


Oh, and yes, I have been diagnosed with ADD previously, but I suspect this is something rather more serious…

AWAKE, oh Sleeper!

AWAKE, oh Sleeper!

Laurel C Kriegler:

Amen! Awaken, oh sleepers.

Originally posted on Everything Rides on Hope Now:

Burdened is the only way I can describe my heart recently.  I have this constant feeling in the pit of my stomach that something is very wrong.  It’s a feeling like one of my children is in danger and I am helpless to protect them.  I go to sleep at night with the feeling and I wake up with it.

Around the world, Christians are suffering for their faith.  They always are, but lately it has been overwhelming to watch and hear about.  The headlines on Christian persecution do not end right now.

  • Over 250 schoolgirls were kidnapped by a terrorist group named “Boko Harem”.  These girls were kidnapped because they attended a “Western”, “Christianized” school in Nigeria.  The Islamic extremists forced most of them to convert to Islam, raped some, and sold some as child brides.
  • In Iraq and Syria, an evil, twisted faction of Al Queda named ISIS…

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Toothless (Night Fury – How to Train your Dragon)

A friend of mine found a crochet pattern for Toothless (online here), the fabulous Night Fury from the movie How to Train your Dragon. As she doesn’t crochet, she asked for a volunteer, and I put my hand up.

So work commenced on 21 June, and this is the beginning.

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On 21st July I finally had all the parts of Toothless crocheted, ready for assembly.

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Then it was on to stitching him up. Tail, legs, wings….

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And now the final product….

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Knitting and Crocheting

At the start of the year I, for some strange reason I haven’t yet quite figured out, started up knitting and crocheting after many years of doing neither. Over the last six months or so I’ve completed quite a few projects.

Some of them are:

Baby blanket 15 Feb









Baby blanket, crocheted, completed 15 Feb.

Owl 8 Apr











Owl, crocheted, completed 8 April.

Toddler Slippers 22 May









Slippers for toddler, knitted, completed 22 May.

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Slippers for adult, knitted, completed 25 May.

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Box, crocheted, completed 18 June.

These aren’t the only things I’ve done. There’s one more baby blanket – I don’t have access to those photos at the moment – and I have three works-in-progress, but I’ll be keeping them under wraps for now.







Patience isn’t a virtue…

…I can easily lay claim to.

I have been quite frustrated for the last couple of days – but this particular frustration actually goes back several years. I have long felt a desire to “do something”… mostly for God, to be honest… but that “something” has never been anything concrete. Over the years I have tried different projects – all of which have ended in failure, me being more frustrated and… yeah.

Yesterday I was visiting a friend, and she shared with me about some verses that her husband holds on to, and they have been nagging at me ever since. These are they:

Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord , I will be joyful in God my Savior.

– Habakkuk 3:17,18

Something else that went through my mind was the chorus “We Bring the Sacrifice of Praise” by Kirk Dearman:

We bring the sacrifice of praise
Unto the house of the Lord.
We bring the sacrifice of praise
Unto the house of the Lord.

And we offer up to You
The sacrifices of thanksgiving;
And we offer up to You
The sacrifices of joy.

Then it hit me. God wants me to wait. To praise Him, but to wait.

And I have peace again.

Is there such a concept as ‘I can’t forgive myself’?

I am currently re-reading the book I’m OK – You’re OK by Thomas A. Harris – and if you’re on FB, you probably know this already. This book triggered a turning point for me fourteen years ago when I was in a pretty dark place. I am not reading it for help at this point in time (although it is proving very useful going over the concepts it covers again – concepts I’d completely forgotten), but one of the things I’ve been interested in was to find the section that had triggered the turning point. As near as I can tell, the section I quote below is ‘it’ – the only problem is, I clearly did a huge amount of associated thinking at the time, because the principles I’ve lived by ever since are not in themselves reflected below. Principles that I’ll outline following the quote.

The following description by Tillich in The New Being seems to come close to how the religious experience feels. He begins by asking, ‘Do you know what it means to be struck by grace?’ (I would like to paraphrase: Do you know what it means to experience I’M OK – YOU’RE OK?) In answer he says:

It does not mean that we suddenly believe that God exists, or that Jesus is the Saviour, or that the Bible contains the truth. To believe that something is, is almost contrary to the meaning of grace. Furthermore, grace does not mean simply that we are making progress in our moral self-control, in our fight against society. Moral progress may be a fruit of grace; but it is not grace itself, and it can even prevent us from receiving grace … And certainly [grace] does not happen … so long as we think, in our self-complacency, that we have no need of it. Grace strikes us when we are in great pain and restlessness. It strikes us when we walk through the dark valley of a meaningless and empty life. It strikes us when we feel our separation is deeper than usual, because we violated another life. It strikes us when our disgust for our own being, our indifference, our weakness, our hostility, and our lack of direction and composure have become intolerable to us. It strikes us when, year after year, the longed-for perfection of life does not appear, when the old compulsions reign within us as they have for decades, when despair destroys all joy and courage. Sometimes at that moment a wave of light breaks into our darkness, and it is as though a voice were saying: ‘You are accepted,’ accepted by that which is greater than you, and the name of which you do not know. Do not ask for the name now; perhaps you will find it later. Do not try to do anything now; perhaps later you will do much. Do not seek for anything; do not perform anything; do not intend anything. Simply accept the fact that you are accepted! If that happens to us, we experience grace. After such an experience we may not be better than before, and we may not believe more than before, but everything is transformed. In that moment, grace conquers sin, and reconciliation bridges the gulf of estrangement. And nothing is demanded of this experience, no religious or moral or intellectual presuppositions, nothing but acceptance. In the light of this grace, we perceive the power of grace in our relation to others and to ourselves. We experience the grace of being able to look frankly into the eyes of another, the miraculous grace of reunion of life with life. [Emphasis mine.]

The realisation that struck me at the time was that, by saying ‘I can’t forgive myself’, I placed my own standards above that of God’s – and that to me was anathema. It was at this point I realised that Jesus’ death at Calvary was ‘enough’. That He had died knowing I would make a mistake and yet He died. I was loved and accepted.

As you can see, none of my line of thinking really stems from the passage quoted, but it was definitely reading it that triggered it. Apparently it was just what I needed to hear.

So if you’ve ever heard me say ‘There’s no such thing as “I can’t forgive myself”.’ – that’s why.