I love me some tools!

Up until recently, I thought only men really got excited about tools. This is not to say us women don't use the average tools around the house, just that we don't get all worked up over it, and talk about it for hours on end. Well, I have changed my stance. The last few interactions we've had with friends involved a "moving party" are a sewing collaboration. it was interesting to me at the moving party where the men found themselves...near a bunch of boxes and furniture, and where the women congregated...in the kitchen. This is not to say that women are not capable of loading furniture or moving boxes, it just tends not to be most of our preferences. Women love adventure, we love to show our strength, and we are strong. We are warrior princesses, not weak women...just had to clarify that. So, as the hours went on I continued to notice why I loved being in the kitchen scrubbing down the cabinets and using all the gadgets to get in the crevaces, and nooks. I wanted to see the beauty in them...scrub away the grime and see the beautiful robin's egg blue in all its glory. Honestly, do you think a man would care how clean a cabinet looks? I found myself marveling in it! And loving the tools to get it that way. I laughed at how we all commented on our favorite cleaning gadget and admired each other's work. We love to make things beautiful, it's what we've been designed to do.

Fast forward a week to my sewing party...I don't think many men attend these, but I know there are men who sew, and I think it's great, so I am not trying to put down either gender, just admiring our differences. I do have a husband who does laundry and dishes more than me on any given day. So, we brought our sewing machines (tool) or bobbins (tool), our thread hangers (tool) and our sewing boxes (tool box) and sewed to our heart content over tea and laughs.

So, I stand corrected, it's not only men who love their tools, we all have tools we love, we just choose to love diffent ones.

Discovery...if we take the time

My son has sensory processing disorder...which means he pretty much moving ALL the time. He is quite the little guy, full of life and a great sense of adventure. I am noticing more and more where his passions are. Just like other boys, he loves dirt, and making mud, finding worms and bugs. An interesting thing just dawned on me, the only time he stopped, is when he has made a discovery. The world comes to an abrupt stop (which isn't always convenient when we need to get things done...or we have a destination in mind) and he looks, examines, and questions the item of choice in his little hand. We can choose to take the time and see all the gifts God has given us in everyday, or we can keep moving. I do not have sensory processing disorder, but I find myself in the same situation all the time. I keep moving, keep busy, doing this and that for so and so, and getting lost in the day to day activites of life...and I am missing life! If I stopped more and took a big breath in of fresh air, or spend some time in silence or in prayer, I know I would receive even more that God has to offer me.

So, take the time...to enjoy the worms...they are, after all, facinating.

Just a little about ME

God has created us, women, as the pinacle of creation...we are at the height of beauty. He saw it, and said, it is good! I have learned in this last year how to live in that beauty. How I can change, emit His colors, the colors of the rainbow, when I dance for Him, when I worship Him, when I love others, when I am truely myself...the way that God made me.

I have been married for almost 10 years, and it's amazing the transformation that has happened in both me and my husband in these last three. We decided that we are going to have a ceremony and exchanging friendship bracelets...because more than anything we have returned to a friendship that is more deeper, and more fun loving that it has ever been in our whole marriage. I am not saying that we don't have struggles, don't we all...we are humans after all. But, now I know that when we are after each other, it's because the enemy is working to bring us down. So, I am working to be the beauty in my husband's life, so that I can lead him to the source of all beauty....Jesus, the Son of God.

So...I dance, and I soak up His love, my God's love...