I set to reading the book of Joshua. Again. I always come back to Jericho and the Jordan. Joshua and the Israelites. I guess that’s a good thing since long ago I titled this blog, “Crossing Jordan.” In a way I’m always crossing Jordan. Always probing or pondering Israelite themes like: Rejoicing in The Rescue.…
I sent them a package at Christmas: German souvenirs for Dad, a hand-made tote for Mom, pictures of the monkeys, and a handwritten letter recounting the various adventures of our life – this trip overseas, that upcoming retirement, this new sewing ministry. I confessed how how their influence shaped my path – how her love…
1. A broken patio umbrella on the side of the road 2. Old red velvet, sun-drenched curtains left “free” on a table and 3. A swatch of fabric that matches both colors impeccably? Well, a beautiful handbag of course!! {or 2} Really. Here are the parts in their separate glory. The umbrella: The fabric and…
Well, He did it again. He and I. We hosted a 2nd sewing class in this home. Five girls. Five days. Five sets of little fingers learning how to create beauty from ashes – new creations from scraps, remnants, and left overs. We created another collection of beautiful totes fashioned solely out of what…
“This sucks.” My eleven year-old son grumbled from the couch. World Cup images flickered off the TV and his now yellowing, soccer-ball stamped cast rested on a stack of pillows. A broken 3rd metacarpal. On June 18th no less, with the entire dive season ahead and no hope of entering the pool for most of…
Crossing Jordan 