Give Thanks IN...

Being thankful is not just a suggestion...

not just a holy hint...

not just a good idea for a good life.

Yesterday we learned it's God's will that we're thankful.

(Stone from Dutch Mill, Inc.)

The Lord even gives us a few guidelines for abiding in His will.

Today we're going to talk about one simple word.

Just one.

One eensy, weensy, little word that should cause us all

to quake in our boots.

IN

The verse begins by telling us when to be thankful.

A simple two letter preposition gives serious time parameters.

It means being thankful

"in the midst, in the middle, in that time."

OK, you're waiting for a great revelation

because you know what in means.

Let's talk about what it doesn't mean.

It doesn't mean being thankful underneath the trial,

hiding out from the circumstances in quaking disbelief and fear.

It doesn't mean being thankful beside a situation,

sidestepping spiritual responsibility and the work of the Potter's Hands.

 

It doesn't mean being thankful after a situation,

when you've seen the outcome and understand God's purpose.

It means being thankful right

in

the

middle

before you know the outcome, the purpose or the fruit.

Right

in

that

time

when the flames are the hottest,

the loneliness is the deepest,

the pain is the greatest,

the tears are the saltiest.

That's when we're to give thanks.

Do you believe that whatever you are

in 

the

middle

of God is there?

Do you believe it's His plan for you to be there?

There is a simple way I can test my heart

in the midst of a trial or hardship.

Can I lift my head and heart to the Heavens

and honestly thank the Lord?

Right when I'm

in

the

middle?

**********

Feel like crafting to show your thankful heart?

There's still a few days left to Thanksgiving.

Summit Street Joy is offering this free printable.

Isn't it perfect?

If you use this, please stop by Lauren's blog

and thank her, since we're talking about being thankful.

 I know you'll appreciate her creativity.

 Myra at My Blessed Life

is highlighting many beautiful, free printables for Thanksgiving.

Myra also has a wonderful list of fall projects and decorating.

Stop by for some last minute inspiration.

Just remember to

give

thanks.



What's God's Will?

(Stone from Dutch Mill, Inc.)

It's easy to sail amiss in our Christian lives,

 like ships without rudders,

trying to find the center of God's perfect will for our lives.

We pray, seek counsel, pray, seek more counsel,

but sometimes an evident answer from Heaven isn't heard.

It's never that God isn't listening,

I think we're looking for the wrong thing.

In the Scriptures, God's will is not a carefully architected

blueprint of where we'll go to school,

where we'll live, which car we'll buy or who we'll marry.

Before you think I've gone all apostate on you,

think about this.

Look up some verses.

God's will in the Scriptures is His moral and spiritual will for your life.

It's how he wants you to walk the path of life,

 not merely the actually stones in the path.

So, I'm saying God doesn't care about those things?

No, I'm not saying that.

He guides and directs and longs to be the center

of all these decisions.

But, blessing doesn't come from choosing the right college,

although the Lord may bless you at the college you choose.

Blessing comes from obedience.

Joy doesn't come from having the right job,

although there could be joy in your job.

Joy comes from our salvation.

Thanksgiving is not a one day holiday,

nor is it only a nicety of the Christian life.

It's an absolute, expected way of living,

the act of a heart grateful to a holy and mighty God.

It's God's will.

It's that mysterious plan for your life you've been seeking.

If you're seeking answers for decisions in your life,

look at how you're defining God's will.

Once you start living according to God's will,

you might have more answers and guidance from Heaven.

This week we'll be looking more at

giving thanks

because we all want to be in

God's will.

How do I know?

The rest of the verse inscribed on the stone above is

for this is the will of God

 in Christ Jesus for you.

What Are Your INTENTIONS?

Sometimes I have projects that are

intentions

for so long they begin to be

irritations.

This bag of pinecones has been around for a few years.

I'm surprised they didn't grow into trees down in my craft area.

I just  couldn't throw them away.

Wouldn't be frugal.

Yea, I know I could just pick more.

But, I'd never have time to pick more.

These were ready and waiting....

...for years....

They annoyed me because everytime I walked by them,

I would try to talk myself into throwing them out

or finishing the craft.

I usually don't listen to myself very well. 

This partially used candle had also been in my craft room

for years...

...longer than the pinecones.

I'm pretty sure it immigrated with me from Minnesota.

I'm pretty sure it moved  with me three times.

It just smelled so good, I didn't mind it hanging around

chillin' in the peace of my good intentions.

I had to turn intention into action.

This is my wax kettle.

It's only used for wax projects so I don't have to really,

really, really clean it before I use it again.

I just wipe it out with a paper towel.

I'm lazy like that.

Red Neck Double Boiler.

It works.

DO NOT LEAVE WAX UNATTENDED.

It can go from

"melted wax useful for crafts"

to

"I just burned the house down"

in minutes.

So many of my craft items are so vintage,

I'm not sure if I wanna use them.

This glitter looks like real gold.

I probably could melt them down and make my own fillings.

The idear was simple.

Dip the pinecones in the wax.

I assumed they'd be very smelly and very lavendar like the candle.

The wax lost some of the color and the smell in melting.

I also assumed this would be pretty easy.

I should have read some blogs first.

I couldn't get the wax spread evenly,

but I was satisfied.

If you dip too many times, you end up melting the wax OFF.

They needed to be dunked about four times.

On the final dunk, I spread glitter.

Remember?  All that glitters isn't gourds?

I ended up using some pink glitter, too.

It added more color.

Now that I'm thinking about it,

I'm wondering if I did it all wrong.

Ever dip candles? 

They don't let it completely dry between coats,

like I did.

They just dip and dip and dip.

Any opinions?

Any experience out there?

These will be displayed in the ladies restroom at our church

in white pedestal bowls. 

We needed an air freshener that didn't need to be refilled or lit.

To enhance the smell,

 a chunk of the candle was cut off for each of the bowls.

It will be hidden underneath the pinecones,

for nobody to know,

but everyone to smell.

The worst part about this project?

There's still some candle left.

There's still some pinecones left.

I still can't throw out either one.

They went back in the craft room,

to chill in the peace of my good intentions.

I know I'll think of another project....

...some day.

At least, that's my intention.

Take a Hint Mint!

A Myntz mint, that is.

I have a new favorite mint.

See the cool tin?

They're better than Altoids tins because the lid is flat.

No embossing that's nice to look at, but hard to cover up.

Delicious mints and useable tins,

what more could a frugal momma want?

A set of die cuts for my Cuttlebug fits perfectly in one tin.

It's not that I'm green and wanting to keep the landfills empty,

 remember, I'm frugal.

Also remember, I come from a long line of frugal women?

Ya' get whatcha' pay for.

The cheap $1 spray paint I used to use will never hold up

to this discovery. 

One coat of Rust'Oleum 2X is my new favorite spray paint.

  As long as I don't miss a spot.

Love this stuff.

The beautiful tin on my Gramma's red and chrome kitchen table.

I love crafting on the table where I know she spent hours

sitting, drinking coffee, visiting and rolling out sugar cookies.

This is the Cuttlebug.  It cuts and embosses.

She's da' boss!

So, ya' know those die cuts I needed to store?

What a better way to store them, but in a box

decorated with papers cut from the die cuts within.

Didja' understand that?

Papers were cut and Mod Podge applied.

Four sets of die cuts in four adorable boxes.

I was so pleased with them I wanted to  display the boxes

instead of putting them away in the Cuttlebug container.

The flowers would also look cute on stationary.

Maybe I should make another one to keep my mints in?

Wouldn't this be a cute little box for some

stationary and tiny pencils?

I originally bought the button die cut to make pre-school

manipulatives for my granddaughter, Brookelyn,

who is crazy about her Lalaloopsy doll with button eyes.

But, these would be wonderful sewing kits,

doncha' think?

A thin magnet glued on the inside would keep

needles and pins in place.

Magnets on the back would make these tins

stick to a fridge or a locker.

The look of the vintagey black tins

 fill me with such anticipation and promise.

I'm dreaming about other uses for them.

Take a hint.  You need a Myntz mint.

Then tell me how you'd use that adorable tin.

All That Glitters Isn't Gourd

At the end of October,

my daughter and I ran to the Farmers' Market

for simple Fall decorations.

I didn't have the mental capacity

to climb into the attic for things

I'd just have to put back up there.

Maybe I'm still recovering from last Thanksgiving,

when I decorated the whole house.

If you wanna follow the rabbit trail of

sewing, crafting, praying and decorating,

start by reading this blog.

Last Thanksgiving truly was amazing.

I may never be that amazing again.

This year, I'm settling for small touches

as I have inspiration and ambition.

Starting with the pumpkins and gourds,

 and adding two packages of fake ones from a clearance bin,

I simply painted them with glitter glue.

That's it.  Easy Peasy Puddin' and Pie.

The idea is from a blog I read,

but now I can't remember who gave me this idea.

If you posted this, please leave your name

and the url from your blog so I can direct traffic your way.

Since I need to catch up on the classics,

and couldn't stay awake to read all of Wuthering Heights,

I watched the movie.

I toldja' ~

 all that glitters isn't gourds,

my pumpkins are glittering, too.

Sometimes Ya' Gotta Get 'Er Dun

You might have noticed yesterday,

if you read the bill my daughter gave me for lunch,

 

there were some spelling errors.

Despite the fact that I 've always taught spelling

and my kids earned A's in spelling,

it didn't guarantee they were

able to spell the words they needed to use.

Follow me over to

Tuesday at hOmE tEaChEd

and find out how

Momma Mindy

got 'er dun and rit her own

 Spellen Krickulum.

May I Take Your Order Please?

The words were music to my ears.

"Mom, can I make lunch?"

Like I'm gunna' say NO?!?!?!?!?

My youngest daughter loves to serve

and loves to be in the kitchen,

so I love to let her serve me by

being in the kitchen.

I like to avoid the kitchen.

We're not always on speaking terms.

So, I continued to work on an article I was writing,

corrected Geometry and tried not to let Facebook

interrupt my day any further.

When she called me into the kitchen later,

I knew I was in for a fancy restaurant kinda' experience.

A tablesetting with cloth napkin awaited.

After she seated me, I was given a menu,

just like in a real restaurant.

(We'll talk about the spelling tomorrow, k?)

She wore an apron and talked about the menu items,

just like in a real restaurant.

My order was written down and the food quickly prepared.

I should have taken a picture of the food,

but I devoured it too quickly.

She fanned the whole grain crackers around the mound of chicken salad.

The egg salad was served with potato chips

because we like to use it as a dip, not a sandwich spread.

It was delicious!

Just like in a real restaurant.

The bill was just like in a real restaurant, too.

"And, Mom, you have to pay me in real money,"

she said graciously, but firmly.

This is as opposed to the fake money we use

with our fake cash register

when we're studying money in school.

Real money?

Who's she kidding?

I have two teenagers in the house,

I'm not allowed to carry money.

They can sniff out dollar bills faster than

pigs can sniff out truffles.

(I've been waiting for years to use that useful

tidbit of information I gleaned from my fourth grade reader.)

My wallet was emptied.

It wasn't enough.

The piggy bank was shooken/shooked/shaken

until I felt like I was getting carpal tunnel.

The restaurant owner conceded to accept

the amount that slid out of Mr.  Piggy Bank,

who's not the truffle sniffing kinda' pig.

The change was tossed into the tip jar,

and I finished up the dishes.

Just like in a real restaurant.