Thursday, July 02, 2020

A little poetry

Enjoying the sound and sense of Gerard Manley Hopkins this morning:

Carrion Comfort

Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
Not untwist — slack they may be — these last strands of man
In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;
Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me
Thy wring-world right foot rock? lay a lionlimb against me? scan
With darksome devouring eyes my bruisèd bones? and fan,
O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avoid thee and flee?

   Why? That my chaff might fly; my grain lie, sheer and clear.
Nay in all that toil, that coil, since (seems) I kissed the rod,
Hand rather, my heart lo! lapped strength, stole joy, would laugh, chéer.
Cheer whom though? the hero whose heaven-handling flung me, fóot tród
Me? or me that fought him? O which one? is it each one? That night, that year
Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.

Thursday, June 04, 2020

Spring 2020 Projects

As we move into summer, here are a few projects I completed after the Christmas rush:
For my elephant-loving daughter-in-love, there was a small elephant quilt wall hanging.

For Valentine's Day, fabric envelopes with greetings and sweets.

And masks-- I am still making them, and giving them to family, friends, and a grass-roots organization serving Northern New Mexico.  My current count of masks completed is 385.

For Grandson #2's 3rd birthday I made a felt activity book.  Here are the page spreads:

The cover...

The solar system, with buttonable planets

The Millenium Falcom and a rocket ship puzzle.

Star Wars finger puppets

Counting activities-- different shaped buttons under the flaps.

Matching activity, and a weather page

A marble maze for the back cover.

A market bag with "Paris" on the fabric

And last, but not least, a quilt for Granddaughter #3 for her birthday in a couple weeks.  Shh- don;t tell her!

And in the wings: a baby quilt for a church shower almost complete, a lap quilt pinned and ready to quilt, more masks, and Cousins Camp on the way!

Monday, March 02, 2020


By a natural figure of speech, faith is often magnified into something great; whereas it is really nothing but our consent to be saved by another: its supposed magnitude is derived from the greatness of the object which it grasps, the excellence of the righteousness which it accepts.  Its preciousness is not its own, but the preciousness of Him to whom it links us.
~H. Bonar, The Everlasting Righteousness, p.109

Saturday, February 29, 2020

Quote for the day

If the cross be the mere exhibition of self-sacrifice and patient meekness, then the hope of the world is gone.
~Horatius Bonar, The Everlasting Righteousness, p.99

Friday, February 21, 2020

What I'm Reading

In his book on the armor of God from Ephesians 6, Iain Duguid begins by discussing the great need we have for fighting the darkness around us in more than our own strength: we are so weak and the darkness is so great.  I loved this way of summing up the problem:

Of course, adding to the imbalance in this wrestling match is the fact that although our opponents are not flesh and blood, we are.  We are not principalities and powers or cosmic rulers but ordinary, flawed, fallen, flesh-and-blood mortals.  You might think we have no business engaging in this combat; in the language of Tolkien's Lord of the Rings, it is hobbits against orcs, an unequal contest.  Yet this is exactly the battle in which we are engaged. Serving in the Lord's army is not an option reserved for those particularly devoted to God.  The choice is not whether you will be a Christian soldier or a Christian civilian but whether you will be a prepared soldier or an unprepared one.  And an unprepared soldier of flesh and blood will not be able to stand against the scale of the spiritual forces ranged against him or her.
~Iain M. Duguid, The Whole Armor of God: How Christ's Victory Strengthens Us for Spiritual Warfare, p.12

Thursday, January 16, 2020

What I'm reading

It is the conscious absence of all good things that leads us to the fountain of all goodness. That fountain is open to all who thus come; it is closed against all who come on any other footing. It is the want of light and life that draws us to the one source of both; and both of these are the free gift of God.
~H. Bonar, The Everlasting Righteousness, pp.77-78