Living With Hope not Fear

We can also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance,

and perseverance proven character, and proven character, hope.

Hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out

within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.

Romans 5:3-5

This pregnancy has been a practice of faith and trust in God, from the very beginning. It continues to be so now. Lemme tell you why…

My blood pressure has started to do wonky things, like being higher than we’d like. It’s no longer a cuff issue, as at home we get the same numbers the Dr. office and hospital have been getting. So now, all MY plans are tossed out and I’m on my knees in prayer to keep Jeremiah in until 36-37wks. I pray for His peace every day, many times a day. I KNOW He has a perfect plan. I’ve been praying to know that plan, and submit my heart and mind to it. The last place I want to be is outside the plan. He has been faithful to us up til now, He will continue to do so.

So now, our thoughts are on being prepared every week for it to be THE week we meet Jeremiah. It’s a practice in faith, trust and peace. We have thought about the outcome, talked about how we’d handle the details, all the while pouring out our fears and hopes at His feet, and receiving grace and peace in return.

We have also been dealing with the emotional fallout of this birth being similar to Michaels. All the fears of the unknown, yet known are present. No way around them, but to again lay them at His feet, over and over again until they stay there.

Many thoughts come back to me, in this time. Who am I that I might have special treatment? Who are we to expect a pain free, fear free life while here? What have I done, that is special enough to grant me ease all the days of my life?


Not one thing.


I have hope. I’m reminded again and again that I have hope. I have a God who is much bigger, and much more than I can imagine. I trusted Him in those days after Michael. I can trust Him with Jeremiah now. Jeremiah is, after all, His child first. I’m just borrowing him for a time.

Nights are the hardest for me, it’s when my fears are unleashed and try to rob me of my precious little sleep. Last night, I poured out my fears to God, and suddenly felt so much peace and hope. I immediately feel asleep. While I’m not 100% rested this morning, I still feel the presence of God, the peace and hope He gave me.

With all my heart, I rejoice today, for the hope and peace I have in Christ. No matter the outcome, I will continue to rejoice in His mercy and love.

In His hands,






What do sleepless, thunder filled nights and a sewing group trip have in common?

It all happened in one day!

Last night was a wild and crazy night! I do believe the whole valley was under lightning and thunder for most of it. Not just your regular lightning for us tho. About midnight, we had a big flash followed by a clash, about 1 second afterwards. Lots of strobe light action going on in the meantime! I almost felt like we could have installed a disco ball, and break out the hustle.

Then about 2:30 (ish) was THE biggest, baddest, loudest, made me jump out of my knickers, lightning and thunder combo. There was NO delay between light and sound.

None. Naaaada! Yup, you heard me. N O N E.

That was the closest to being ‘scared’ during a thunder-storm, since I can remember. And that’s pretty serious, because I happen to love, adore and follow said storms with a camera.

Needless to say, I didn’t get restful sleep last night. I want to watch thunder-storms too much.

After that excitement, it’s almost a bit anti-climatic that I went with an awesome bunch of ladies, including my Mom, to several sewing stores, on a Shop Hop.  What’s that you say?

Well, several shops agreed to a scavenger hunt, of sorts, for those trekk-y trekkers, like us, who are willing to brave the sun, heat, humidity, and storms, hungry, pain, fear…wait, wrong show!  You get the idea!

Those who wished to Shop Hop, went to the participating stores to gather pattern, fabric scraps, and stamps on a ‘passport’. There is a grand prize, although I’m sure I won’t win, as I don’t plan on going to any more stores before the deadline.

A few of us, including yours truly, filled out info for a sewing machine drawing. I hope I win! Or, at least, my Mom. Then I can use it still! 🙂

So between the sleepless night, loud storms, wet weather, laughter, good times and a few miles down the road, today was a good day! Here’s a few highlights from it. 🙂


Our morning sunrise, after that wild storm last night.



I love the way the fog lingered in the mountains this morning.


My view, from the back of the van.


It’s tradition for us ladies to take pictures en masse in front of the stores. These two firemen where our knights in shining armor. P.S. They didn’t know they were captured a la Peggy style, hip shot! 😉


Of course, I found the Christmas fabrics in all four stores today. I am drawn to them. Hi, Flame, I’m Moth.



Some of my Moms sweet loot!


So there was my day. I always enjoy going out with these ladies, seeing the conception of a project to it’s completion. I usually get inspired and create another project myself. But this particular project, I can’t say! It’s hush hush! 😉


Sending you sewing thoughts and thunder wishes,


What happens late at night

…isn’t much around here. I’m usually asleep by this time.

But I’m up.

Because Blogger miffed me enough to come back to WordPress.

Then WordPress made me twitch because it wouldn’t import my posts from Blogger.

I personally, think they don’t like each other, so I’m in the hole on this one!

Right now, the cat is sitting next to me, staring at me, trying to understand why I’m awake. He starts telling us that it’s bedtime about 7:30 or 8pm at night.

I will bring over a few previous posts from blogger, but I’ll tackle that headache in the morning. Until then, I’m off to dream-land, as I have a date with my bed, pillows and the fan.

Don’t mind the waddle,