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.


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!


Michelle said...

I love that – praying for whom you are crafting! I'll have to remember that, as I'm about to return to gift knitting.

Angora Amora said...

Thanks Michelle. It's a special time of prayer.

Amy said...

Been awhile since I commented. I haven't fallen off the earth. LOL

God Bless and have a wonderful day.

Angora Amora said...

Glad to see you here Amy! Thank you for taking the time to post. God Bless you as well!