I recently read the book Mrs. Mike. One of the characters in this novel said something to the effect of…"you learn to find joy in the little things, when life gives great heartache".
I thankfully don't have "great heartaches", more like a series of pinpricks…small in themselves when compared to the whole wide world of my reality, but pinpricks upon pinpricks, irritation after irritation right on that sore spot begin to swell and fester. If you are not careful you could have a nasty case of gang-green on your hands, and something has to be amputated.
I had one of those weeks.
too much…too much…too much
little details revealed major problems
that big problem had to be amputated
happily I can report successful surgery…God's Spirit in His graciousness, showed up and cleaned me our right where I need it; when I needed it
(I am started to get the uncomfortable feeling that"manyslices" is starting to morph into one of THOSE blogs…rambling despondency)
that was the ying
here is the yang:
little details from this past week that are not pinpricks of irritation, rather a series – a soft glow of nice, like a single candle set on a windowstill, beckoning you to come in.
chopped them…then served them up in a hot dish to your family?
Your food will taste amazing
You will feel cool and connected
I have had this cool sparkly snowflake on our porch since Christmas.
I left it till February in my garden of course (who takes decorations down before Valentine's day anyway?)
It was rusty, bent.. One snowflake limb was broken and dangle-y.
Two days ago I threw it in the garbage.
"Why am I keeping this crappy thing, anyway?"
I immediately took it out.
I noticed, for the first time, that each snowflake point was wrapped by a string of white tiny tubed beads, each one like a tiny shimmery snowflake itself.
The gimpy limb broke off easily. I stared it, mesmerized at the hundreds of beads strung on that one fractured piece.
Makes you wonder, was this done by some precise, fancy piece of manufacturing equipment, or by the hands of some young girl or boy, not much older than my own children, in some God-forsaken factory, so some spoiled American can have another decoration at discount price? Sorry, more rambling despondency.
So, I proceeded to snap off each of my snowflake limbs.
I lined them up on my porch table, and had a creative epiphany.
I saw in my mind's eye a sparkly garland of lace, cropped family pictures, backed with pretty scrapbook papers, with these little fractured snowflakes that reminded me of sparkly birthday candles at this point, in-between, with some sort of dangle-y ribbon in the mix.
I love mixed media photos.
I spent a small fortune on shutterfly this winter getting my nine-thousand photos selected, cropped, and shipped, and have only done something with a few.
Here is what I did Saturday nite and Sunday afternoon:
(attention quilters: dont throw out your old cutting mats, they make great mats for messy projects for yourself or kids)
cropped on torn pretty paper
edged in gesso and then mod podge over whole thing
I stamped the "lucky me" phrase
When I brought it home I thought it was kinda ugly but could not throw it out.
I had eventually found proud purpose holding my tangled collection of necklaces.
I really love it now.
(she is wedding dress seamstress, not a bitter divorcee', by the way)
It is held in middle in place by an old hat pin, cuz I did not feel like going downstairs to get a hammer and nail, but I like it better.
In closing, I say that life is hard, really not what anyone of us expected, but by keeping your eyes on the bigger picture of God's plan, and your heart taking in the little simple things that bring joy and pleasure, just may do the trick of keeping us out of the loony bin, prison, or worst of all:
just another fat mom shuffling down the aisles of Wal-mart, wondering where it all went wrong as we pick up some cheesy Harlequin novel and a bag of snickers, because escape is the only solution we can think of.