Future Rock and roll band

I just had to share this short video clip. My granddaughter, Alexis, and grandson, Caleb, love anything musical. We recently went to Mr. Gaddis and they had an arcade game called Guitar Hero. Hope you take a minute to watch this little video. They are so precious.

The Yarn Junkie

I am addicted to yarn. I love the bright, bold colors, the soft pastels. I can spend hours and hours in yarn departments at AC Moore, Walmart and JoAnne's. When we went to Myrtle Beach last year, I found a yarn store that carried specialized yarns I had never seen before. It was awesome. I ended up going back again before our vacation was over. This is just a sample basket of my yarns. I have a 3 drawer chest that is full of yarn and a huge tote back that has yarn in it. I love my yarn. One might ask, So? Lot's of people like yarn. Here is the problem. I do not crochet (other than a chain stitch. Never could figure out how to turn around and go back for the next row). I do like to knit, but I find that it gets boring and tedious after awhile so a small child's scarf can end up taking me three years to complete. So I started looking for crafts where I could use yarn without knitting or crocheting. I discovered plastic canvas. Over the years, I've made many boxes, baskets and goodies from plastic canvas. Working the needle in and out much as you would cross stitch, it allows me to work with many different yarns. Once you establish a pattern, you can stitch to your hearts content. I find it so relaxing and it allows you chances to be creative. I seldom make my projects from patterns or I'll find something I like and modify it to fit my needs. I love it. Here are a few of the items I've kept, most of them were given away.

Walking with my Friend

I sit here in my garden and I turn my eyes to God. I see Him in the blue sky and the green grass that I trod. I feel His touch in the warm air as it breezes o’er my skin. I know that I am not alone; I’m walking with my Friend. He’s always there beside me, no matter where I go. His love will ever guide me down the rough and rocky road. He is Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. He’s my rock and my salvation. He’s I AM and my Friend. His love is everlasting, by faith I know His grace. One sweet day in heaven, I will look upon His face. He’ll say “Welcome home my child; your journeys at an end.” And I will spend eternity, just walking with my Friend. Walking with my Friend copyright owned by Brenda Keefer. Please do not copy with permission.

Decisions, Decisions, Decisions

Do you ever have those times when there are so many decisions to make and you are not sure what you want to do? I shared with you a few weeks ago the excitement of a new dress and shoes for Easter. The excitement has dulled once I started shopping for the new dress and shoes. My body is not made for today's clothing styles. My arms are still slender with tiny wrists, my top half is nothing to brag about. But if I buy something in a size to fit the top half, my hippo hips, excess tummy and thunder thighs groan and moan against the tight restraint. So I'll look for something to be comfortable around the waist and hips. Then the top is so loose, I'm hitching and hiking it up all day. So I decide - TWO PIECE WITH ELASTIC WAIST. No can do. Same problem. They are not a mix and match set. I need one size for the upper half and one size for the bottom half. Arrggh! It is so exasperating. Add to that the fact that I am 53 and do NOT want to look like I'm 53. I still like the dainty petite looking styles that I wore in my 20's. The world is just not fair. So I figure I have several nice dresses that would be suitable for Easter that I have not worn that often. I'll just get new shoes instead. Again, 53 year old body wanting the shoes like I wore when I was 20. Why do we yearn to be what we used to be? I will never be 20 again. I will never be able to walk in 4" spike heels again. I will never be able to wear the dainty, petite little dresses again. So I ask myself, "Why do I bother?" Why make myself deal with all these decisions? But faced with all these decisions on clothing and shoes has helped me to solve one of life's greatest mysteries - Why do we spend so much money on things for our grandchildren? Because it is too depressing to buy things for ourselves at this age.

WHAT??!!

I had a beautiful weekend. Broke out the capri pants and flip flops. Weather was wonderful. Loved being out in the sunshine, driving with my window part way down. Taking walks down to the river. Seeing wildflowers popping up in the yard. Just a beautiful spring weekend. Now it' s Monday and it's snowing. Yes, that's right. Two days into spring and we are getting snow. It's not sticking, but it sure is hard to watch it coming down when we had such a beautiful weekend. But I got to thinking about it and decided it's not so bad. At least I'm still here to enjoy the changes of weather. At least I can see the snow fall down. I can walk out on two good legs to feel it with my hands. Genesis 8:22 says "While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease." So as the long as the earth remains, I will be happy and blessed that I get to enjoy the seasons. Even though we have a greater place to look forward to and we have joys that await for us in heaven, it is human nature to be in no hurry to leave this world. We have loved ones here we don't want to leave. Grandchildren we want to see grow up. And friends who play an important part in our lives. I worked with a gentleman one time that had a saying he would use whenever anybody had a bad day, complained about anything or was going through a rough patch. His favorite response was "It's ALWAYS a good day when you wake up on this side of the dirt."

The mothering instinct....

Why do little girls love their baby dolls? I think the mothering instinct kicks in very early in life.

We have that inborn gene that causes us to be nurturers. A honing instinct that allows us to mother the people we have in our lives.

And it is not just our children or grandchildren that turns this gene on. It is a deep abiding love for people. It is a caring and giving attitude. When we see someone who is hurting, we feel the urge to wrap our arms around them and hold them tight. To provide words of comfort; to ease their pain.

We cannot save the world and we cannot change the situations others are in. But we can provide a shoulder to lean on, a helping hand, kind words of support and sometimes something as simple as a smile.

How many times in your life have you felt down and couldn't seem to "shake it off" but a kind word or smile of hello from a friend or stranger has lifted you up a little?

Don't stifle your natural instincts. Smile at the lady you pass on the street who looks sad or lonely. Hold the door open for a frazzled mother trying to get her kids and shopping out of a store. Let that car over that is stuck in traffic and apparently in the wrong lane.

Let your natural mothering instincts shine through and use today to bring comfort to just one weary soul. You will be so glad you did.

Sisters, cousins and friends

I grew up in a very close-knit family. There were four of us, 2 girls and 2 boys. My sister, Rachel and I were best friends. That's us above with Mom. I'm the one on the left. Oh, we had our moments, but for the most part we got along really good. Being just a little over 13 months apart in age (I'm the youngest) created a bond that has withstood the test of time. She is still my best friend and such a special part of my heart. We are separated by over 300 mile, but are bond is heart to heart.

We grew up with cousins that we have also remained close to throughout the years. This is all my grandmother's grandchildren with the exception of two that had not been born yet. We were and have remained so close. I still see them occasionally when I go in to visit. We were cousins and friends. I'm the fourth one from the left on the top row and Rachel is the first one on the left on the bottom row.

One thing about family love, when you grow up in a close loving family like ours was, you pass those beliefs on to your own children. Now I watch as my daughter and nieces have grown up together like me and my sister and cousins did. There is still love and laughter and it is being passed down from generation to generation. This next picture is at my brothers a couple of years ago. That is Diana, my daughter, on the far right side. This is all of my mother's granddaughters. These girls have grown up close and it is fun to watch them pass down the importance of family to their children.

My wish for you today is that your family is happy and healthy and that you too are enjoying the love that passes from generation to generation.