My Place

T'was in a city where I was born, but there I never found a home.
My heart had known before my past, that in a city I would not last.
Could it be these feet of mine, would find the sand the place they'd pine?
Alas the beach was not the place, for that my forlorn heart would race.
Canopy of trees, shines filtered sun, a breathe of honeysuckle where I run,
T'was a hoosier I'm meant to be, with clay soil beneath my feet.
Just one acre, my little woods. But this place does suit me good.
And here I'll be a hoosier best, and live my life til time to rest.

Rebecca



Monday, March 25, 2013

Welcoming Our New Angora Doe

Introducing you to Calla Lili our new english angora doe born 12/12/2012. So glad that Jody from Something's Jumpin Rabbits, passed her our way!




Wednesday, March 13, 2013

More beauty

If you have ever lived away from home, with longing in your heart to go back...you will understand how I feel.
I think of the Israelites held in captivity. Though... I know I am not in any close relation to their suffering. But...I understand feeling like your in a foreign land. Where we live right now, is the projects. Prostitutes openly making their offerings, drug dealers talking openly on the street of their complaints because they are just the middle man and not making as much money as the big dealers.... yes even druggies have job related complaints! lol Oh the way children are talked to by the parents...or parents boy friend, then the way the children talk and behave... It's a whole different world here, than our peaceful acre in Jeffersonville.
It reminds me of the scripture
 Ezekiel 1:1-3

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
How shall we sing the LORD'S song in a strange land?









Saturday, March 9, 2013

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Beauty in the dark days of life

We can't always stop the gloom, grind, and grundge of life. I think that is why crafting is so important to me. I believe everyone should have a way to bring joy into their life, during the dark days. They come, for some way to often.  I can always bring a little pleasure into  a very dark day, by  twisting a few tufts of wool, using a hook or 2 hooks, caring for an angora, sharing a craft with someone... If I lack the energy for even that, I can browse patterns until inspiration hits again.
To take crafting a step further, I pray for the person I am making something for. To me, it becomes a ministry.
How about yours? If your facing some darkness, God has given you an ability to create some beauty in it, some joy. It could be sports, music, wood working, when ever I find something interesting... I go for it. This is where I find my little bit of joy, my ministry.
Here is some of the beauty in my world...









And if life gets real tough....
Just get plumb wild with it!