And let us not grow weary...
in doing good,
for in due season,
we shall reap...
if we do not lose heart.
Galatians 6: 9
One of my all time favorite verses! Have a blessed day today! xxx
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And let us not grow weary... in doing good, for in due season, we shall reap... if we do not lose heart.
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Our homeschool group is having a World's Fair this weekend that Sherry, with a wealth of creative ideas, dreamed up for us last Spring...and we postponed for this Fall instead. The community is all invited and the children are all excited! Since we have Scandinavian roots on both sides of our family, we've decided on Sweden for our country. In the meantime, however, our family volunteered to make a banner for the event. My point in all of this, though, isn't about the banner or even the event itself (not yet anyway!)...but to simply share my continual revelation that serendipitous learning takes place in areas that I forever least expect. For instance, it never occurred to me initially that this World Fair event would include math, elements of geometry, and measurement...among a host of other (what I thought to be) unrelated subjects. We're talking the mixture of various properties and the results of those mixtures with various properties of physical elements. But I think the most important thing we're continuing to learn...and this is especially true for Mom here....is that patience and perseverance are the most integral part of any process...and the most valuable lessons learned. The creative process IS indeed a process....and we need to savor and enjoy that process for it's own sake. This means extracting all that we can learn and discover and require of ourselves...which ultimately becomes way more beneficial and fruitful than the finished product itself.
Let the lowliest task be mine, Blest to me were any spot If there be some weaker one, As God's chosen ones, holy and beloved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, meekness and patience. I guess this would be my version of airin' some (clean as opposed to dirty) laundry....or clothespin art....or 5 sheets to the wind or....laundress gone loopy or....perhaps you could tell me....! What really struck me, though, as I was loading these photos is that I would never have ever taken shots like these 6 or 7 years ago--it would never have even occurred to me! For one thing, I never hung my laundry out on a clothesline to dry. I didn't even think people did that anymore. They certainly don't for the most part in the Dallas suburbs. When I spent some time with my childhood friend, Lizette, in Australia, she hung her laundry out to dry on a clothesline--not just occasionally but every time she washed--as did most everyone down there. The towels come out kinda crispy, but OH! the bed linens! How can you begin to describe the wispy, fresh, wonderful smell of sheets dried in warm breezes and sunshine? It's just one of those things you have to experience! Mere words just can never do it justice. Despite all of this, however, there was still something very romantic to me about hanging the laundry--or the bed linens at the very least--out on a clothesline to dry. And I guess it was that romantic image in my mind that slowed me down a bit and caused me to pause....and to reconsider all my rush and haste about things...even if it did take me 6 or 7 years to really SLOW way down. I also realized that I identified way more with that dirty, stinkin', soiled heap of dirty rags on the floor than I really cared to admit. In many ways I knew that I needed to be scooped up, cleaned up, and put through the wringer--but not just through any ol' wringer. I knew that God was somehow trying to work on me and I spent an inordinate amount of time causing as many distractions and disruptions to that process as I could manage to throw in there. |
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