Absolutely nothing about knitting...

Imagine: You are in your car driving home.. Thoughts wander to the game you want to see or meal you want to eat, when suddenly a sound unlike any you've ever heard fills the air. The sound is high above you. A trumpet? A choir? A choir of trumpets? You don't know, but you want to know..

So you pull over, get out of your car, and look up. As you do, you see you aren't the only curious one. The roadside has become a parking lot. Car doors are open, and people areStaring at the sky. Shoppers are racing out of the grocery store. The Little League baseball game across the street has come to a halt. Players and parents are searching ? the clouds. And what they see, and what you see, has never before been seen.

As if the sky were a curtain, the drapes of the atmosphere part. A brilliant light spills onto the earth. There are no shadows. None.From every hue ever seen and a million more never seen. Riding on the flow is an endless fleet of angels. They pass through the curtains one myriad at a time, until they occupy every square inch of the sky.North. South. East. West.

Thousands of silvery wings rise and fall in unison, and over the sound of the trumpets, you can hear the cherubim and seraphim chanting, Holy, holy, holy.. The final flank of angels is followed by twenty-four silver-bearded elders and a multitude of souls who join the angels in worship.Suddenly, the heavens are quiet. All is quiet.

The angels t urn, you turn, the entire world turns and there He is.. Jesus.Through waves of light you see the silhouetted figure of Christ the King. He is atop a great stallion, and the stallion is atop a billowing cloud. He opens his mouth, and you are surrounded by his declaration:I am the Alpha and the Omega.The angels bow their heads.. The elders remove their crowns.. And before you is a Figure so consuming that you know, instantly you know: Nothing else matters..

Forget stock markets and school reports. Sales meetings and football games. Nothing is newsworthy.. All that mattered, matters no more.. For Christ has come.

From makenna's blog, serious words of wisdom

This has been altered into generic terms. It came from a blog of a mom who writes very honestly and openly about the challenges of having a child with a serious medical condition. I thought it was wonderful -

the blog is www.caringbridge.org/visit/makennajohnson



I just wanted to tell you not to be afraid to live your life. You HAVE been equipped to handle this situation. You may feel lost, scared, and unable to handle it, but God has anointed you and called you to this unique time. YOU, no one else. He has and will continue to give you the strength you need to face whatever is to come.

"Stay alert! Whatch out for your great enemy, the devil. He prowls around like a rouaring lion, looking for someone to devour." (1 Peter 5:8) Like trying to convince you that you can't handle this situation and sowing seeds of doubt. Don't listen! Focus on the Lord and His promises.

"Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that your brothers throughout the world are undergoing the same kind of sufferings." (1 Peter 5:9)

"But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain." (1 Cor 15:57-58)

Insomnia sucks

I feel like this might start off like an AA meeting.

Hi, I'm Mollie, I have insomnia.

But it's true and it's lousy! You would think that sleeping should be "easy". That it's natural, just let it happen. But the drag of having insomnia, especially when it lasts long, is that when you lie down, you get nervous about not being able to sleep or stay asleep. And because you're nervous about sleeping, you don't do it. It's a vicious cycle, well documented in medical literature.

Another documented fact about insomnia, is that when you're sleep deprived, there's a chemical phenomenon in the brain that generally helps you stay awake and overcome the fatigue. However, it's like an on switch, and over time, it's tough to switch off!

I haven't blogged in forever, mostly because I haven't wanted to write about insomnia and give it any more "control" over my life than it already has robbed me of. But here it is. Not that anyone reads it anyway.

*sigh. In life there are definitely much (MUCH) worse problems to have, and for that I am grateful. I have a great husband, terrific kids, health, a job! I have an entire stash of yarn. (Why, I might add, is it SO much fun to buy yarn and that I don't have enough time to knit!!!)

Proverbs somewhere says "when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet". Here's hoping!

Something to consider

Know how sometimes you just get tugged inside for the compassion of someone else? Like when you see someone helping another person, or even when Jesus was moved by the widow of Nain? I stumbled onto a blog that I've been reading for a while now, probably through the blog of one of our church friends, that has done just that tugging on me.

www.themicahproject911.blogspot.com

should explain the story much better than I can. It is a 7 year old's desire to help people, and he is motivated to activity. And he has parents who are helping him run with an idea.

It's just good reading!

Another wonderful quote

Proverbs 31:13 "(a wife of noble character) selects wool... and works with eager hands."

Whoo-hoo!

an excerpt on childhood cancer from Devin Reid

... who passed away this past week. www.caringbridge.org/visit/devinreid

I never met this man, who was 19, but wow, did he live life!!!

After starting the bulk of my book I have realized, Wow! This is not going to be easy. Having to relive some of these days, not fun, it scares me, this is not in anyway a fun story. On this very personal level I have become attached to and I believe all who have had cancer the all of the cancer patients I have met. Their pain is my pain. There deaths are a {burden?} on my soul, never forget. But it is good to know that when I think of them and reminisce about them all I see is smiles, beautiful and everlasting smiles. If this was in writing…there would be tears on this page. Lives taken, friends….Lost. I guess, anyone of those people could have been me. Their deaths were not due to there lack of passion, or strength, or will to live. They were all fighters, fighters in a war that was to big for their age, but that didn’t stop any of them, if anything, that is what made us strong. When common sense and logic say NO but you say YES, physically, mentally, and spiritually, with all your heart, and all your soul.That is what made things hard, not just for the teenagers, but the younger ones as well. The death of friends. After a while it becomes harder and harder to get too close to the newer people, you know what can happen, what has happened, but eventually, like always, you open up to those people and form bonds with them because you need them, just as much as they need you. And after all of those deaths, and sacrifices, a new death, the death of another friend, it hits you just as hard as it did the first time. That is why I hate going back to New York, to the Ronald McDonald House, not because of the smells, or the wind, or the way {finish this sentence}. But because when you go back, you find out who’s not there. Please say a prayer for all.

Thoughts on increasing stash

This is a fun little bag that I knit out of "Straw into Gold" that ended up being kind of fun. I didn't really use a pattern other than to get the general direction to knit in. It's got fringe at the top which was fun.

I have visions of this blue colorway miraculously turning itself into 3 pairs of fun slipper socks but think the project might be too much for me. We'll see...

These are some photos from a "take" at a going out of business (again) yarn sale. When I got home, all I could envision was the way our dog used to roll around in the grass just because. I had a few mental vacations of doing the exact thing in the new yarn.

This is one of the new yarns last night. It's 3 times the size now and might grow into a Christmas gift. Act surprised if you see it again... jk. Fun to knit with, it's Karabella Festival.

Finally, the gator scarf from Morehouse Merino. Fun knit.

Happy Election Day.