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Life today – on Easter Sunday…

Started this morning out walking to the cross – celebrating the new life we have in Jesus Christ…

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Multiple generations, adding pine branches to the cross, since only one, lone daffodil dared to bloom in this chilly spring…

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Kinda cool, though – the symbolism of “evergreen” branches… Makes me think of how God is EVERlasting…

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First year we’ve ever had a dog join us, lol… πŸ™‚

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And now some “farm parallels” of NEW LIFE…
Meet Buttercup:
A gift to The Boys by my Grandma & Grandpa Cegelka back in 2005. They have since passed, so she’s extra special now, and is always asked about by my aunts and uncles… When Mike & I went up to do a calf check, we witnessed her water break, so we hung around to catch the entire miraculous birth. Thought is was significant that she chose to have her calf in a patch of briars. No, not her level of intelligence, lol, but that it reminded me of the crown of thorns piercing Jesus’ head.

But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed. (Isaiah 53:5 NIV)

And that her 3-year-old daughter, Reececup, decided to see what all the excitement was about. Made me think of “generations of families” and of Psalm 145 that we had just shared this morning…

One generation commends your works to another; they tell of your mighty acts. They speak of the glorious splendor of your majestyβ€” and I will meditate on your wonderful works. They tell of the power of your awesome worksβ€” and I will proclaim your great deeds. They celebrate your abundant goodness and joyfully sing of your righteousness. (Psalm 145:4-7 NIV)

(You’ll see Reesecup in the background, behind the briars…)

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Buttercup’s new calf’s name is Milkdud. Her markings are beautiful! I’ll do a separate post about Milkdud, but couldn’t resist a couple pics for this one.

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Thank You, Lord, for allowing us to witness new life coming onto this farm today. As I meditate on the significance of this Holy Week, I’m so grateful that Good Friday was not the end of Your story – that we all have the promise of eternal life through the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Amen

Lead Me To The Cross

“Brooke Fraser of Hillsong wrote “Lead Me To The Cross”Chris & Conrad’s version of the song got on the radio, and Francesca Battistelli’s version is also popular.”

I personally like Chris & Conrad’s version, and have it on my playlist. Many times, I have prayed the words to this song. Speaks “Easter” to me. πŸ™‚

“Lead Me To The Cross”

Savior I come
Quiet my soul remember
Redemption’s hill
Where Your blood was spilled
For my ransom
Everything I once held dear
I count it all as lost

[Chorus:]
Lead me to the cross
Where Your love poured out
Bring me to my knees
Lord I lay me down
Rid me of myself
I belong to You
Lead me, lead me to the cross

You were as I
Tempted and trialed
Human
The word became flesh
Bore my sin and death
Now you’re risen

Everything I once held dear
I count it all as lost

[Chorus]

To your heart
To your heart
Lead me to your heart
Lead me to your heart

[Chorus]

Yesterday, Mike mowed a path through the briars for tomorrow’s sunrise worship. As I saw the path to the cross this morning, this song came to my mind. πŸ™‚

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Spring inside…

The anticipation of spring is one of my favorite times of the year. Thoughts of vibrant colors & new life are right around the corner. πŸ™‚

It makes two of my least favorite chores enjoyable: hand-washing delicates, and ironing…time-consuming tasks that are tedious & slow moving. But this act of tenderly washing delicate craftmanship & smoothing out its wrinkles, parallels my walk with Jesus. And I love reflecting on this while I prepare for the new season, the new births, the new outdoor activities… Jesus has tenderly washed me of my sins, and straightens out the wrinkles of my life more and more each day. Fits so perfectly with preparing to celebrate His Resurrection in just a few weeks! πŸ™‚

Thought I’d share some pics of what the transformation of spring looks like inside our home. πŸ™‚

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Marbles? Yes, marbles, lol… Love that they are old & colorful – and um, hidden meaning here… On those hard days when I feel overwhelmed and like I’m “losing my marbles” – this visual reminder will help me stop & LOOK UP to where my Hope comes from. πŸ™‚

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Little boys and former little boys…

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It’s a beautiful thing to witness one generation teaching the ones behind them… πŸ™‚

Lord, may we all recognize teachable moments in our daily walks…opportunities to show Love, feel Love, speak Love, and receive Love. Thank You for reminding me that not all learning happens at a desk or from a book – and that Your work is done 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Continue to prepare me for Your lesson-plan and may I always remember that You are THE TEACHER. I love being Your willing assistant! AMEN

Fix these words of mine in your hearts and minds; tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates, so that your days and the days of your children may be many in the land the Lord swore to give your ancestors, as many as the days that the heavens are above the earth. (Deuteronomy 11:18-21 NIV)

Hanky pincushions

Last year, I was gifted a box of my Grandma Cegelka’s hankies.Β  I don’t know if she used them all or not, but I do know she kept them in her “special” box, so that makes them special to me. πŸ™‚

She’s been gone several years now, but her memory lives on.Β  Sure wish I would have asked her more questions when I had the opportunity.

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I wanted to create some kind of keepsake gift with Grandma’s hankies.Β  For the hankies with simple edges, I found this idea online. Was a fun way to use up some old buttons I had laying around. πŸ™‚ Β Β  I welcome any other ideas to try, as well…especially some kind of Christmas ornament… πŸ™‚

Some of the other ones have crocheted edges, which are some of my favorites.Β  I also have some of her crocheted doilies and some linen doilies that she or someone in her family embroidered.Β  Funny, I would never really call myself a “girlie girl”, but there’s just something about these old treasures that speak beauty to me… Perhaps a future post of some of their pics will be forthcoming. πŸ™‚

Lord willing, someday I’d love to create window treatments and/or a quilt using some of my favorite hankies & doilies.Β πŸ™‚

Grandma’s special doorstop

I wasn’t a huge fan of cartoons when I was young, but the ones I did like were: The Littles, whenever I got a sneak peak inside Jerry’s mouse-hole on Tom & Jerry, & Smurfs – lol, yeah – I loved matchbox bathtubs, sardine-can beds, & mushroom umbrellas… πŸ™‚

This craft woke up that “inner child” in me… πŸ™‚

I felt like the old toy-fixer-upper-guy in Toy Story 2 who was brought in to make Woody look as good as new – minus the magnifying glass attached to my eye, lol! πŸ™‚

This project completely consumed me for a week – and led to a complete overhaul of my craft “stuff”. I needed to be able to SEE everything and have quick access while I was in “create mode”…

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Ended up with quite a few empty containers once I was done! If anybody wants ’em, let me know…

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While it did lead to better organization and being more efficient with the space I have, the “timing” of it contributed toward some of the chaotic-ness of our Christmas prep. Perhaps this year I’ll do this kind of stuff BEFORE December, lol?

Back to the doorstop. Originally, I wanted it to be a miniature garden for Mike’s mom because SHE IS gardens around here… But when I learned my 3 boys DID NOT enjoy “miniature creativity” like I did, that “garden idea” grew in me & it morphed into a wee bit more, lol…

In hindsight, I can see it is a completely non-practical gift. Certainly won’t hold up to little fingers or attention from pets… BUT GOSH WAS IT FUN! πŸ™‚

It’s jam-packed with hidden meanings, too. Things I still haven’t sat down with Grandma to tell her. I guess this post will be my record as I study the pics – and I pray I make the same time commitment to share it with her. πŸ™‚

So here goes – a description in words & pics:

Recycled bubble wrap helped level out my surface. Teach me to do Your will, for You are my God; may Your good Spirit lead me on LEVEL ground. (Psalms 143:10 NIV84)

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Brick “bonnet” was the same as our other denim covered doorstops – just a unique front piece…

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I added ruffle from some old curtains around the back/bottom of the bonnet because the added bubble wrap caused the bonnet to be too short…

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I knew I wanted the top layer(s) removable – so the 2 parts are attached with velcro pieces.

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Had fun shopping in the “dollhouse” section of a local craft store – the seed box, veggies/crate, garden tools, & flower pot were purchased. Then with matchsticks, pencils, rocks, moss, canning lids, & hot glue (and burnt finger tips from making the tool holder) the rest was formed…

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This other side was attached to a piece of cardboad wrapped in quilt scrap material from a friend. This is the sewing/food prep side – two other hobbies that are big parts of Grandma… Made another matchstick table with pencil legs to hold the miniature sewing machine we bought. The piece of material that is being “sewn” is a piece of scrap material that Grandma used when she made comforter covers for the boys many years ago. πŸ™‚

Bought the milk jugs/carrier, and couldn’t resist making one fallen over with milk (White-Out) spilling out. What kitchen doesn’t have an accident every now & then…?

Made the round table from a canning lid & small allen wrenches, covered with a piece of denim & an old doily as a tablecloth with strings woven through. I think my favorite part is the teeny tiny wedge added under a foot on the table to make it sturdy. Struck me as funny that this craft mimicked my “real-life”. No matter how hard I try, perfection is impossible! Always reminding myself of Paul’s words: But he said to me, β€œMy grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. (2 Corinthians 12:9, 10 NIV84) Yes, even with wobbly miniature tables, I can practice being content with what I have, and rely on the Lord to inspire solutions or reveal an alternate route…so glad He incorporates our mistakes into His plan! πŸ™‚

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