i am the smallest

I am the smallest person looking up at a big sky....the air i breathe miraculously fills my lungs. i didn't tell it to, it just happens. i don't have to think about it, it just is. my whole body is the first example, the whole world is the second, to me....









Psalm 78:7, "That they might set their hope in God, and not forget the works of God, but keep his commandments." (KJV)

i dream of...

a serger. a better way of giving my sewing projects a better life....

I have the most beautiful little machine, she will be 18 this year. A gift from my mother because "every girl needs a sewing machine.." maybe meant quit using mine or really, every girl does need a good sewing machine. i use her at least once a week and she is sturdy and dependable, but she doesn't have a serger. i like her stitches and even her moments when she spits thread back out at me as if she's laughing at my limited abilities. a serger would probably make her life a little easier and give me better options for things like....


a serger. a better way of giving my sewing projects a better life....

dolls for little girls...


...with matching dresses!





pillows for boys who won't wear dresses....


maybe even new kitchen curtains...


there just always seems to be something missing...like the handstitching makes crossbones look like arms...or maybe it's all just a little sideways. if i spent less time with my old machine, i could spend more time in iphoto, learning how to edit my blog posts...

the inspiration God made just for me...

..because he loves me so much!

"Religion was an attempt to pin down the Divine. The Divine was eternally in flux, forever moving, shifting shape. That was its nature. It was absolute, true enough: absolutely mobile. Absolutely transcendent goddess aspects, but it was ultimately no more male or female than it was star or screwdriver. It was the sum of all those things, but that sum could never be chalked on a slate. The Divine was beyond description, beyond knowing, beyond comprehension. To say that the Divine was Creation divided by Destruction was as close as one could come to definition. But the puny of soul, the dull of wit, weren’t content with that. They wanted to hang a face on the Divine. They went so far as to attribute petty human emotions [anger, jealousy, etc.] to it, not stopping to realize that if God were a being, even a supreme being, our prayers would have bored him to death long ago."
-"Skinny Legs and All" by Tom Robbins













"Come and listen, all you who fear God; let me tell you what he has done for me." Psalm 66:16 (NIV)

blowing my mind..

..the music curled over me in waves, my arm hair stood at attention, there was a possibility of my beating heart exploding out of my chest..



one crash after another, as i start to sink, i am pulled back up to the bubbling surface...the sheer force cannot be reckoned with, only surrendered to. Love in it's finest moments.