I'm writing to you from a cozy little cabin on the Oregon coast with a warm fire going and a sleepy, curly-haired boy snuggled up next to me on the sofa. Sometimes, like just now, I look at my curly-haired boy and wonder what sort of creative soul he is exactly. I notice his gifts of organization, speech, and spatial intelligence, and I start to think about who he will become and how God will grow these and other gifts. And then I think about our Jobie, who also has the gift of speech. (smile) As in, he screeched and scowled his way to sleep tonight, making sleep difficult to find for his roommate, thus an extra snuggler on the sofa with mama. But, seriously, I look at Jobie and his incredible sense of humor, his sweetness, his smarts, and his mechanical mind, and I revel in the Creator of my boys.
I see Mt. Hood, in all of it's snow-capped glory, an abandoned field turned wonder of the world through a cover of frost, the beauty of the sea and it's enormity, and the stunning coastal ranges in their fresh blankets of snow and I think to myself: this God, who made all of these things, made me. And he made me to reflect who he is. He made me-- blog-writing, craft-making, beauty-loving, piano-playing, wife-to Steve, and mama-to-Graeme and Job me-- to use those gifts to reflect himself. That is so incredibly freeing to me. Over the last year, through triumphs and heartbreaks, highs and lows, I've been learning this lesson: let go of what people think. Just create. Be who God made me to be. Bless others with my work.
On Friday morning, as the sun's rays timidly peeked across my living room, I stood behind my camera lens and snapped photographs of my work: my Cranny A-Z Yarn Letter Bookends. After that, I sent the shots along to an editor at an Australian-based magazine, SHOP, who had requested them for their upcoming issue. I wanted to share all of this with you because you, as my friend, or reader, or both!, allow me to use these words in this space to be a part of who God made me to be. Thank you for giving me that gift.
p.s. One more thing. Read this. You will be encouraged as you read more about what I have been trying myself to write here today. Happy Mondaying!