Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Never Late

Let's talk about timing for just a minute.

You can always be early and wait, in fact, I prefer it.  But being late is a definite disadvantage.  Miss your cue and don't walk down the aisle at the exact right moment on your big day and folks start to wonder.  Arrive at the funeral late when you're the hearse driver and heads are gonna roll.  

Timing is apparently the lesson I'm supposed to be learning right now.  Timing.  And making big decisions without being crippled with fear.

For months I've been crying and missing my church, but I think I've finally found the place I fit in.  Timing.

Lately, Boots and I have had to make some ridiculously expensive, life-changing decisions.  One day last week I lost it and snapped over toenail clippings in the carpet, but after I thought about it a few hours my fit was ultimately based on fear.  Fear of failure.  Fear of the unknown.  Fear.

Sunday I was reminded of this song.

Last night I dreamed that the big decision we've made didn't go through as planned.  I've been reading this book and the "homework" for today was on decisions and the fears that often accompany them.  Timing.

Isn't it great that God is always on time?  He knows exactly what we need and exactly when we need it.

Our big decision is always on my mind (I tend to obsess over things), but I'm not crippled or paralyzed with fear.  Even if any of my worst fears about this decision happens, we'll just regroup and start again.  

Speaking of my worst fear, it happened today.  I have now been through (possibly am still in?) a child's stomach virus.  I'm living.  Surviving.  Catching up on my DVR.  I need a new worst fear now!

Timing!

Saturday, February 7, 2015

When to Quit

I am old enough, smart enough, and happy enough with myself to be able to admit that I can not do everything.  I am just not able.  Sometimes want to can only take you so far; ability and skill are also necessary.

I am not a sew-er.  (Sewist?)  I am not going to become the next Maggie Whitley.  I want to sew, to create beautiful things from pieces of stuff, but I can't.  Instead of it being fun and inspiring I am frustrated and swearing loudly inside my head.  I can appreciate the talents of others and be much happier. 

So I'm quitting sewing. 

I have packed up my machine and assorted collected accoutrements and am giving them back to my mama so maybe she can teach my baby sister to sew instead.  I feel sort of like that person that adopted a puppy, but is bringing it back to the pound after a month because they don't like dogs as much as they thought they wanted to.

I think I'll keep up the hand quilting.  That's something I can do!  There's still a lot of crafty projects out there that I haven't even tried yet.