There's No Place Like Home
copyright 2011
designed by Jennifer A Dalenberg
Feathers in the Nest
christmas ornie 2011
colors suggested:
DMC 355
936
680 dark old gold
640 very dark beige gray
420 dark hazelnut brown
801 Dark coffee brown
3865 Winter White
3078 Very light golden yellow
355 Dark Terra Cotto
936 Very dark Advocado Green
size 85 x 86
I'm so dreaming of a white Christmas, are you? It's soooo much closer than I realized. As I came into town and saw the Christmas decor already up yesterday, it was an eye-opener and a soothing reminder of Christ's birthday soon to be celebrated.
The old fireplace is cozy and warm while North Georgia is getting a cooler front today.
Brrrr......
There are still quite a few gold and orange leaves on trees and the window view is awesome!
On another more somber note, I just ask that if you can, to keep my father in your prayers. Without going into details, he just needs to be lifted up for healing. He is scheduled to have a major procedure and hospitalized for 10 days, and long recovery. Please pray for him.
Sometimes I don't understand why just when we get our lives reconnected, things happen like this, but I do believe and know that God is in charge of all of us and knows what we don't and will take us THROUGH these times. It's these times that help us grow stronger I'm sure and whatever happens is made by the greatest Designer in the world.
He knows our design call life before we ever do.
My father and I have had times where we didn't see eye to eye but the past is past and this year we have reconnected. I can remember some very pivotal points in my life where he was always there.
One was when I was ever sick or had surgery. No matter what. When I woke from anesthesia he was there.
I remember once he came over years ago after my son died and read a plague I had on the wall, a wooden one and said to always remember that and he really, really liked it.
And boy, oh boy have I had to go reread it through the years when things sometimes made no sense to me.
The Weaver
My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily
Offtimes He weaveth sorrow
And I in foolish pride.
Forget He sees the upper
And I, the underside.
Not till the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
in the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
in the pattern he has planned.
~~~~Grant Collfax Tullar
Onward to the day now, making some new threads.
Jennifer
