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The yarn box

It was a few days ago.

I was putting a small ball of yarn in the plastic box I keep it.

Most of it is the leftovers from the giant bag Tim and Sis got me at a yard sale over a year ago.

I have made many teddy bears from that yarn, plus blankets, hats, and baby sweaters.

The remnants have been sitting quietly in the tote.

“Lord, what am I supposed to do with all this leftover yarn?”

Make small animals.

“Oh! Well…what am I starting with?”

A turtle, get out the green.

So, I obeyed.

It wasn’t easy.

Infact, crocheting a turtle turned out to be a lot more complicated than I expected.

However, God patiently walked me through it.

My girls loved it and said they each wanted one.

Frankly, I wasn’t thrilled.

“That was a pain to make, not sure I want to make more,” came my ungracious response.

On top of that, part of me was wondering why God had me doing this.

What use are they?

However, whether I understood what the plan was or not, I knew obedience is better than sacrifice.

I got my attitude back in order and asked the Lord for His forgiveness and patience with me.

The next day I made a fox.

Yesterday, it was another turtle and the octopus.

In prayer this morning, I was asking the Lord again.

“What do You want me to do with these? Why am I making them?”

To bring joy.

I had to smile.

Sometimes, I make things way too complicated.

With all the uncertainty surrounding us, I had not thought about the need to simply be joyful.

Crafting things has always been something which brings me joy.

And if you could see the smiles on the faces of my family as they look over each new toy, it’s obviously bringing them joy.

I’ve been texting pictures of these creative outlets to my oldest daughter, who seems to be enjoying them.

I even sent a few pictures to my mom for a smile.

Yet, it took God’s gentle voice to help me see why crocheting scrap yarn into funny animals is actually a blessing.

God isn’t interested in just the big and important.

He’s also in the smallest details.

And He wants us to find joy even amidst the uncertainty.

So, today, I’ll grab out some more leftover yarn and my crochet hook while going through our homeschool day.

I’ll also be looking for other opportunities to praise the Lord and spread joy to those around me.

Because, I can choose to be joyful, and it’s a privilege to share it.

Psalm 32:11 KJV — Be glad in the LORD, and rejoice, ye righteous: and shout for joy, all ye that are upright in heart.


farmAs a child my life was within the confines of the backyard,

Our street



Occasional visits to family


The places we visited on vacation.

There were outings to the mall

The corner lot used as a once-a-year pumpkin patch

The cotton farm

But never did I really understand what farm life was like.

When my parents began looking for a “farm”

I was overjoyed

So was my little sister

We spent time talking together

and with all our friends

about the new life we would have

A garden to grow vegetables

Our own animals

A great big farm house

Space to run and play

Our own stream

It was a good thing I didn’t know what was ahead of me.

Not everyone would have the same experiences we had

Some of this was due to the fact that neither of my parents were raised on a real, live, working farm

Nor were either of them afraid to try their hand at whatever needed to be done

Some of the lessons were because our folks couldn’t afford a place that was up and running

Some of it was simply because of who we were.

I soon learned that a pig can bite a sizable hole in a rubber boot if allowed to do so.

Lambs are born at the worst time of the night, in the worst weather, and the worst possible section of the field.

Goats were not made for fence unless it is electric and “on” at all times.

Cows have no problem making your foot, leg or arm their standing place.

Chickens are happy to eat your tomato bugs, tomato plants, tomato leaves, and tomatoes.

There is nothing like a hard day’s work.

Staying up all night to save a small life brings incredible satisfaction.

The amazing amount of things you can make or fix with bailing twine.

The view from the side of the valley, at sunrise, when the mist rolls over the mountains, is breathe taking.

The pleasure of a warm fire, home cooked food, and family.

Although life moved on and the farm is only a memory

I am thankful that the Lord allowed that time in my life

Taught me the things He did in those situations

Gave me a real appreciation for those who are farmers

And a never tiring list of stories to tell to anyone who feels like listening.