Autumn Snow

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Since it snowed a little on Friday, it's not technically our first snow, but today it's actually sticking. Maybe because it's 18º!! Doesn't look like it's going to snow enough to damage the trees and for that I am thankful. Thursday I did my big, monthly shopping, so I had the car all day, which always wears me out. Ladies Bible Study is on Friday morning, we're doing Beth Moore's "Esther: It's Tough Being a Woman" study this fall and a few of the ladies stay afterward to quilt. For the most part they make baby quilts or lap quilts which are given away at Christmas time every year. I don't quilt, so I bring cross-stitch or crochet. Yesterday I brought some fabric circles with me and made a few yo-yos, which I am intending to use to patch my favorite denim skirt which I damaged by trying to ride my stationary bike while wearing it.  :-(  The housework always suffers when I have the car, because I get so tired, (8 years of living with leukemia), so you can imagine that my house is a quite a mess today, especially the kitchen with the ever-present dirty dishes, which are my enemies, every day. I defeat them over and over again, yet they never give up. It's a stalemate. Anyway, who likes cleaning on a snow day? Probably someone does, but not me. I'd rather be reading or watching movies with a hot tea, some cheese & crackers and an afghan. I have a fresh bottle of Mrs. Meyers' Lavender All-purpose Cleaner for inspiration though. Duty and Aprons call me away to my work - creating order out of chaos! We'll all be glad I did, later on today, when the house is tidy, the dishes are washed, and there's something hot & bubbly, smelling good and tasting yummy. The kitchen windows will be all foggy behind the lace curtains and all will be cozy with yellow lamp light. Then there'll be time enough for lounging about with tea or hot chocolate or spiced cider.

I love. . .

I love Jesus. That goes without saying for me really. I'm working on a cross-stitch sampler, done all in DMC 3777, with verses from an old hymn that say, "Let this my superscription be, Jesus, crucified for me, He is my life, my hope's foundation, and my glory and salvation." I chose them because they were truly a heartfelt reflection of my love and longing for Him.

So, how does one go about expressing their delight, their pleasure in their family, their friends, their interests without saying "I love. . . . so and so, or such and such"? After I've said I love Jesus, it seems a little sacrilegious to use the same words about my husband or teapots or cross-stitching. I do love my husband and my kids and my friends, and I really do enjoy teapots, cross-stitching, aprons, cheesecake. . . (and a whole lot of other stuff too, which we'll get to later, maybe. . .) Is the word  love not superlative enough for my Saviour? Or do I need to learn another language? Just musing. . . Sometimes I think too much about things that I'm pretty sure don't really matter, when I really ought to be strapping on my apron and getting the dishes done.

I get a such kick out of Ruthie over at Sugar Pie Farmhouse saying she loves things so much she wants to marry them. Her blog is so pretty and she has such wonderful, special things to say in every one of her posts.

And now, for something completely different. . .

I've been thinking about starting a blog for quite a while. I have a beloved friend in Phoenix, Arizona with whom I have been corresponding by snail mail a couple times a week for over 10 years. Lately I have been overloading my letters to her with my "religious observations" and although she doesn't object too strenuously we do like to keep our letters on a more "homey, what we've been doing in house and garden report" basis, than as a sermonizing format. So, if I'm feeling particularly impressed with a thought which I don't want to burden her with I'll now have an outlet.