Last week my niece posted a message on Facebook along with a picture of some darling Sock Snowmen she had made. I drooled over them and immediately had a pang of “craft envy.” The directions for those darling snowmen made by my niece can be found at the blog Then She Made… where you’ll find lots of ideas if you’re into crafts. And if you’re not, it’s fun to see what other people do in their spare time!
I’m going to admit that I actually went to the store and started to purchase some of the items to make those Sock Snowmen, but I stopped myself before I purchased enough supplies to make a houseful of snowmen. I suddenly realized, I no longer needed a dozen snowmen, and that I had a looming deadline that needed my attention more than those cute little guys.
Many years ago I was “into” craft projects with a vengeance. I knitted and crocheted afghans, scarves, and a few sweaters. I did needlepoint, crewel work, candlewick embroidery, scrapbooking, and made most of the Christmas gifts I gave to co-workers, Sunday school and classroom schoolteachers, and neighbors. This all took place before I began my writing career, but I have many fond memories of making Christmas decorations with the kids as well as with my mother when she moved to Kansas. That time of making crafts was during a different season of my life, but I dug out a few of those old craft projects and decided to share them with you. Thos crocheted carolers were made while I was pregnant with Jenna thirty years ago! I also had a “cooking” season and even joined with a friend to do a bit of catering for a time. Back then all that cooking and baking was great fun. At this time of my life, the thought makes me shudder.
If we sat down over a wine-glass of iced tea (that'a a nod to Tammy) or a mug of coffee, I think we could exchange some interesting stories about the interests that have captivated us at different seasons of our lives and how that variety of experiences has shaped us into the people we are today. Since we can’t do that, I’d love to have you leave a comment about some of the “seasons” you’ve enjoyed.
Of course, the one “season” that hasn’t changed throughout the years is God’s love, forgiveness and mercy. Granted, there have been times when God’s presence has been so tangible I could sense Him at every turn. There have been other times when it seemed hard to reach Him—like I was using an imperfect telephone connection. Yet I know He is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow and that my season with Him is eternal.
May you find joy as you delight in this season of your life. ~Judy