tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62750995282868690802024-03-13T04:16:08.547-07:00A Hopeful HollarA Hopeful Hollar Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00375842236375573470noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275099528286869080.post-48372483360953850432013-12-18T06:11:00.001-08:002013-12-18T06:11:44.150-08:00It's a Process<div>Living day to day processing the shaping that allows me to become the woman I was meant to become is such a ugly process. many times I look at the thing I create and all I see is happy, hope filled creations... This is what I intend to do, but there is a very real messy and dark awareness to my my work. I intend to make beautiful things out of pain, loss and heartache. I have questioned my own attentive voice and this seems to be a never ending conversation with my Creator and myself. It keeps my work real and I am pleased with that! I want to always encourage others to find their own artful voice. 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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It has been tour de fleece time here in my home the last few weeks. Every morning while drinking my coffee, I listen to pod casts and audio books while I spin and work towards meeting some spinning goals that I have set for myself. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.debbiemacomber.com/">Debbie Macomber</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;">s has been at the top of my list of people that are having an impact on my life. Like myself, she has dyslexia. Wow! Do you know what a contribution she has made using her gift of story telling? She makes me think about my life, what God has blessed me with and how I am to use it help encourage others.</span></span></td></tr>
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I may not be able to spell or do simple math very well but I sure do love being able to make things with my hands!</div>
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This is why I carry an old fasioned lady's hankerchief.</div>
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Turk's Cap July</div>
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Living Color</div>
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Spinning Spider</div>
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Second cucumber perfection!</div>
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Glorious morning!</div>
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Creation*Crafting*Light*Hope*Simple</div>
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Your needs change and my love for you grows as I must slowly allow you to find your wings and seek the life that God has planned for you!</div>
A Hopeful Hollar Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00375842236375573470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275099528286869080.post-58936293628838205202013-02-11T06:37:00.002-08:002013-02-11T06:37:50.994-08:00A Jumbled up mess... yes, that's me!When a woman finds out her husband is seeing a woman at his office, her child commits suicide, when she recognizes her relationship with food is more than filling the hunger in her stomach, when she risks being vulnerable in a group and another sister remarks in front of everyone that she chose not to invite a friend because she knew that it might make her friend more sad to hear her speak.<br />
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The feelings that I have about these experiences, help me to have compassion for others. It hurts my heart to think that I have caused pain to others. Though I do my best not to hurt those around me, I have come to realize that it will happen anyway. I may say something innocently and someone else is hurt by it. For example I have limits and I can not please everyone around me. There are times I can and will drop everything to minister to someone and then there will be times that I can't. They may be really hurting and I can not be there for them.<br />
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This is when on my weaker days I can really get beat on on...and I do it to myself! "Well you know they are going to think you are a big phony!" "You say you love others and serve them but look, I needed help and you were not there for me. " The guilt and shame is gut wrenching. I have learned that this is false guilt but no matter it is a yucky feeling and can make me sick if I allow myself to stay here. <br />
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I have come to learn and accept that this too shall pass! It feels like it never will. It feels like I should do what ever I can do avoid any risk, in relationships with other woman, shut the door of my heart and stop caring. I will not do this! Courage that comes from Christ alone will keep me on this path. Not righteousness that comes from me but from the ONE that created me!<br />
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I am grateful that He will never leave or forsake me! I am grateful that "unanswered prayer" is a HOLY thing. My treasure is real and I will glorify my Father in heaven even if the thing I prayed for and still the "healing" didn't come in the way I wanted! His kingdom come they will be done on earth as it is in heaven! GLORY! GLORY! GLORY! Healing is real but it isn't always what we pray for and I will praise through the pain and envy as I walk along the side and serve those that get exactly what I prayed for! He is good ALL the time! This I know, even if it hurts, there is purpose for His kingdom and I put my trust in this!A Hopeful Hollar Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00375842236375573470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275099528286869080.post-18788762298990081512012-05-26T04:58:00.003-07:002012-05-26T05:02:30.204-07:00Hidden Beauty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Growth-Beauty-Hidden</div>A Hopeful Hollar Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00375842236375573470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275099528286869080.post-72905511365602260092012-03-26T09:16:00.002-07:002012-03-26T09:16:42.027-07:00Joy In the MorningJoy In the Morning<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifA-dBgwjFVxIGATP8UkUD8Ukxwes4mAKRmFgwikbQpyLjUqIe9jLtcbtkpDoXwbywtzJOrrImVN1GtOYEIcCNsxridmsu9d1g08J764iJRqgMnin2xiKzZ7NL1vHNJs0AZ7N-cHh4ETW5/s1600/IMG_2759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifA-dBgwjFVxIGATP8UkUD8Ukxwes4mAKRmFgwikbQpyLjUqIe9jLtcbtkpDoXwbywtzJOrrImVN1GtOYEIcCNsxridmsu9d1g08J764iJRqgMnin2xiKzZ7NL1vHNJs0AZ7N-cHh4ETW5/s640/IMG_2759.JPG" width="640" /></a>A Hopeful Hollar Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00375842236375573470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275099528286869080.post-88022107807361654692011-12-09T10:11:00.001-08:002011-12-09T10:16:59.087-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Suprising *Quirky* Joy* Freedom* Caught* Loss* Tears</div>A Hopeful Hollar Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00375842236375573470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275099528286869080.post-53950135813472668472011-11-08T12:28:00.000-08:002011-11-08T13:00:09.373-08:00The Need to be Walked With not Shamed<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfMHtHvNwlzcWOFINNlwauc365R4XDfwW_99WVdmS1mGVUiHx2PInb5xXMYwsiPsEeiSAdx9YUVKEmD7cP4_GNByJxosyn9xX8BGiHrSyiTl47CBpsehGIRUetl08iQ9PAFK1GR3vrj8-2/s1600/IMG_8460.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfMHtHvNwlzcWOFINNlwauc365R4XDfwW_99WVdmS1mGVUiHx2PInb5xXMYwsiPsEeiSAdx9YUVKEmD7cP4_GNByJxosyn9xX8BGiHrSyiTl47CBpsehGIRUetl08iQ9PAFK1GR3vrj8-2/s320/IMG_8460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672724776590139554" /></a>One step, one day, one cofession at a time... Today, I was bold, vulnrable and raw. I shared my heart's cry for brothers and sisters to hold me up in prayer. I shared that I was going through a time of trial and needed thier love, prayers and overall support. <div><br /></div><div>All but one encouraged me with scripture, listened to me and prayed with me. I am so grateful for their tender merciful hearts! When I read scripture, this is what I see! The truth of the good news to me, means that my life is going to be hard at times and I will need others to walk with on this journey.</div><div><br /></div><div> It has been very clear to me on my path that when I share from my heart, some believe that it is better to remind me that at least I don't have ----- fill in the blank with a very serious life issue. (I suddenly hear "the voice" that tells me to shup up, be quiet, stop drawing attention and put on a fake happy face! It is much better to pretend than be authentic! No one really cares about you unless yours dying so stop it! And if you were dying it would be more holy if you kept that to yourself and suffered a long time before letting anyone know about it!") I really do want to obey scripture and to me that means confessing, praying, reaching out asking for support, having compassion for others and understanding that this is not all about me, if I do "shup up and be a good little girl" truth will never shine light on the darkness of my heart! </div><div><br /></div><div>Please pray with me as I seek to lay down my will, ie. revenge, unforgiveness, the urge to share another's sin to make myself feel better about the pain that "they caused me!" I choose to live in the grace of Christ that says that "my enemy" is also my brother and I have the opportunity to bless him rather than slander him. I pray that my heart is transformed and produces good fruit from this frustration! In Christ I pray- Amen!</div>A Hopeful Hollar Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00375842236375573470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275099528286869080.post-48443357356654491492011-08-04T07:49:00.000-07:002011-08-04T08:15:38.245-07:00Trusting<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBPlYi6SHSANgvUN456adPDHied7e873Ez_Ga-jfRoy7jmwb1-tLjFo8KyZ5keZB2Nu2BAwhyphenhyphenl0Hfl91eAZ4BLcxtIjPEjKubqQoNr4CB32FDBqyJpl_R8d63TQMRaSFcrVkp8MmCdUeCv/s1600/IMG_8235.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBPlYi6SHSANgvUN456adPDHied7e873Ez_Ga-jfRoy7jmwb1-tLjFo8KyZ5keZB2Nu2BAwhyphenhyphenl0Hfl91eAZ4BLcxtIjPEjKubqQoNr4CB32FDBqyJpl_R8d63TQMRaSFcrVkp8MmCdUeCv/s320/IMG_8235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637018840420696834" /></a><br />What choice do have in trusting God? A leak in our front bath tub costing five thousand dollars to repair and reconstruct, a plumbing leak in the line in our front yard that costs two thousand dollars, my car creates the aroma of burning rubber and every light on the dashboard comes on... All of this, not to mention many other personal issues...<div><br /></div><div>I really don't believe that I am somehow special. When I talk with other folks in the real world I hear tragic stories of cancer, babies dying,drug addiction,broken marriages,jobs lost,dishonest buisness people and families praying for their children to make wise healthy decisions in life.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Bible tells be that if God is for me than who can be against me... The way I see this in the very practical/spiritual, living out of day to day is this. The storms around me NEVER end. Don't get me wrong, I do have good days but in my head and my awareness, there is always a burden/storm on the horizon. So far the most healthy thing I have found is my faith in the One that thought of you and me and all of these storms before the creation of this world. My creator changes the way I experience life, the fun happy days yes but especially the ordinary painful, frustrating,heartbreaking days. They have purpose and give me meaning and add to my focus on what IS right and good in this moment! I then have some joy and hope to share with YOU! Blessing...</div>A Hopeful Hollar Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00375842236375573470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275099528286869080.post-60416886519229910342011-08-02T12:34:00.000-07:002011-08-02T12:59:15.306-07:00We Can Judge or We Can Love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhry1hdMqnHubaEUlB1r-0mCQpudFPjzPOkpBPLAwgSf1Blsh0B_50_WR04djbAZzahJ_oG9077MV39njp4EdwD0WqOamKE584jl3N_TAmakGcYum5S7g06rsH3p65j31ZQ25BOwUc8C8W8/s1600/IMG_8160.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhry1hdMqnHubaEUlB1r-0mCQpudFPjzPOkpBPLAwgSf1Blsh0B_50_WR04djbAZzahJ_oG9077MV39njp4EdwD0WqOamKE584jl3N_TAmakGcYum5S7g06rsH3p65j31ZQ25BOwUc8C8W8/s320/IMG_8160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636350601285364002" /></a><br />Today at our community lunch, a woman handed me a piece of paper that we take prayers requests on. She shared with me that she very much felt a call to find a church home but hated the thought of being judged. As the conversation grew her warm brown eyes filled with tears. She spoke of anxious thoughts, fear, shame and the need to have acceptance...<div><br /></div><div>I told her about how grateful I am that God did not wait until I got my act together before I was blessed with His full to rim love! She said that it's so hard and I totally understand that. One thing that I have worked on within myself for a number of years is truley understandeing that what "others" think of me is none of my buisness. I'm called to love... Many times my mind will believe the world around me but all the while LOVE/ my Creator is drawing me to grace and complete acceptance of others and myself in view of who we are as Gods' children. </div><div><br /></div><div> Not one single day goes by when I am not challenged to love unconditionally. Sometimes it's a beautiful thing and other times it can be very ugly. The only reason I can forgive myself for failing is the grace and love that I have been shown.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please pray with me, that this beautiful soul finds a community where she can really be encouraged to grow and remember who she was created to be!</div>A Hopeful Hollar Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00375842236375573470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275099528286869080.post-34556752603494778172011-04-27T07:24:00.000-07:002011-04-27T07:51:13.429-07:00Tuesday PrayersYesterday, I was told that a man was wanting to know if there was anyone he could speak with, he really needed to talk. I had just grabbed my purse and was ready to leave our free outreach lunch that is held every Tuesday in our church. I said, "Yes, but I always seek out another person." Preferably I ask a male if I am to speak with a male. <div><br /></div><div>A male volunteer joined me and we sat and listened as our new friend, "Alfred" shared his heart. He told us how he had family that climdd to be Christian but when he asked them to buy a suit for him they said that they had children in college and couldn't. He said that if they don't do another thing he askes of them he WILL kill them and see them in hell... I asked him to look me and the eyes and tell me if he really wants to murder them... He avoided doing that by looking me in the the eyes and telling me that asking a man to repeat himself is disrespecting him.... As I shared with him that my intention was not out of disrespect but out of seeing that he asked to open up to us and share him pain, I began to cry and his heart beat slowed and softened. He asked why I was crying. I told him how I knew that God had plans for him and I didn't believe that deep in his heart he wanted to kill his family.<div><br /></div><div>I have seen this furry in the eyes of many and I have felt it in my own flesh. The only way I know to deal with it is holding on to the courage and purposefully reflecting the LOVE that I myself have been graced with. We are called to live in this wold and not of it. This man is not so different than me. My thoughts are not always pure and holy... We spoke of purposely acting in love rather than reacting out of fear and pain. </div></div><div><br /></div>A Hopeful Hollar Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00375842236375573470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275099528286869080.post-51643302481287992412009-02-27T08:31:00.001-08:002009-02-27T09:08:52.393-08:00Pruning and Growth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyk4vYoomeBJ5UkZe5s-Rm68snkw6QXUQwLH1hUHOhL_U7DIaLHaG6di6xhcuVpPYgqzxDp-nA3ev4mFQT-X5mB1xF-qxuzlaRQHjQlvS6afJwo1C2wloR7KWeUvDVatsZUk0mGLgx2eu/s1600-h/tree.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307523452044646114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyk4vYoomeBJ5UkZe5s-Rm68snkw6QXUQwLH1hUHOhL_U7DIaLHaG6di6xhcuVpPYgqzxDp-nA3ev4mFQT-X5mB1xF-qxuzlaRQHjQlvS6afJwo1C2wloR7KWeUvDVatsZUk0mGLgx2eu/s400/tree.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLuHTPn3rA-x90b-XyzaHdO3IGjIdn1qcQs8KvcrEZrDouB5CE7XHav63FbvK0bMWtp1gKprNdcFAd4mTVcWNR26mIZXlOjBD7gGNettq1InxJ0Jhr6j3Dt585ysrlSSyRiIUUDmB0DLud/s1600-h/seasons+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307516296149621330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLuHTPn3rA-x90b-XyzaHdO3IGjIdn1qcQs8KvcrEZrDouB5CE7XHav63FbvK0bMWtp1gKprNdcFAd4mTVcWNR26mIZXlOjBD7gGNettq1InxJ0Jhr6j3Dt585ysrlSSyRiIUUDmB0DLud/s400/seasons+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>About seven or eight years ago I began to "see" that I was going through a different season in my life. We just started homeschooling which was different and not like most of my friends. Because of my falsely perceived judgements of "strangeness", I harbored great resentment, anger and frustration. All of these caused a great sadness in my relationships. My little world was just that, constricting, limited and stuck! During this process I was praying and I only seemed to grow more bitter and frustrated.</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>I was only set free when my heart was so burdened to seek forgiveness in private as well as public for my pride and unforgiveness. Since this time, over and over again the grace of The One that created me is what heals my soul, not someone approving of my choices, what I think, say or do, ONLY what the LOVE of my life says about me... Do I struggle? ABSOLUTELY!!! This is where I have the freedom to choose to sin (miss the mark) and put distance and darkness between myself and "others"--(LOST reference) or <strong>choose</strong> life and hope. </div><br /><br /><div></div><div>Without the many painful, dreary, lifeless winters in my own life, how could I possibly <strong>know</strong> the goodness of a refreshing rain, a flower poking up from the dirt or the simplicity of a child's smile??? Isn't this where we all are, just in different seasons? </div></div></div>A Hopeful Hollar Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00375842236375573470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275099528286869080.post-13417894606272145112009-02-03T16:03:00.000-08:002009-02-03T18:04:44.898-08:00Embracing the "good" and the "bad"...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSY7j2g6FErERQdxZpPkqYOvbL2cPUlUQ7DQV3OkcGUCTHjJI2LxThZrmJgQc0koU_v_1IuZQoSkk0lSf2_kXNXWKDeLKM6kvOU2oanGPXNi8e7DjA6VH_X96g4m9iotNjawzKFXskZ1B/s1600-h/Angel%20holding%20butterfly.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298726769763185170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSY7j2g6FErERQdxZpPkqYOvbL2cPUlUQ7DQV3OkcGUCTHjJI2LxThZrmJgQc0koU_v_1IuZQoSkk0lSf2_kXNXWKDeLKM6kvOU2oanGPXNi8e7DjA6VH_X96g4m9iotNjawzKFXskZ1B/s400/Angel%2520holding%2520butterfly.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Today, my daughter and I were outside and after only a few short minutes she saw a very small butterfly fluttering about. Just then she looked down and witnessed another, just as lovely butterfly lying on the ground, still, dead. An ugly beetle enjoyed what seemed to be a "tasty treat". Her disgust with this "rude" behavior was interesting to me. She loved the butterfly but disliked the beetle. Wasn't he only doing what he was created to do?<br /><br />I reminded her that that the beetle was created for a purpose just as the butterfly and though I do love butterflies they both have their own niche in this big world. With much disdain my sweet girl walked away.<br /><br />This theme remains in my own life. Can I choose to embrace painful circumstances and maybe even "rude" people in my life? Yes!! I do have a choice! It's my calling... "Love your neighbor as your self." Aren't people in almost all of our circumstances. What is the Spirit of my Lord wanting to do through us in those tough spots?<br /><br />There is power in getting past my flesh of self and knowing my "self" or inner man, where the Holy Spirit resides in my being. Oh, what joy if we were all "perfect" and never human...but wait, it seems to me that's exactly where this shift to the Kingdom of God converge! I love this amazing opportunity for transformation in our lifes!!!<br /><br />This day has reaffirmed in so many ways what I know to be true. I can resist what is... or...I can seek and knock and the Kingdom will be revealed... What will you embrace today? </div>A Hopeful Hollar Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00375842236375573470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275099528286869080.post-20090533475858545802008-10-13T10:49:00.000-07:002008-10-13T19:13:40.124-07:00Tis a Gift to be Simple<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz4AWtQF14o5BdW3IjsOotfIeM-cTP3kYyLoNGoO-Ez_mp5eaQoObs2eY1XiQ_9IZLCij9pUhAX2Lg107W6Z9pzgz_voKoH88NGvcnvXVHgxysn_p5-CGqgoCOz82la8WJ-50SlxbS0EmY/s1600-h/IMG_5209_4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256712020845724146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz4AWtQF14o5BdW3IjsOotfIeM-cTP3kYyLoNGoO-Ez_mp5eaQoObs2eY1XiQ_9IZLCij9pUhAX2Lg107W6Z9pzgz_voKoH88NGvcnvXVHgxysn_p5-CGqgoCOz82la8WJ-50SlxbS0EmY/s400/IMG_5209_4.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hudson's hand and a Gulf Fritillary caterpillar on the other side of the window.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Today, I was already thinking about butterflies and sharing on my blog a few of my own stories that include these flying flowers. Just a little while after having these thoughts, Hudson, Maddie Grace, Bobby and Jenn popped in just to say, "Hi!" while they were out for a walk! :-) </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Do you ever think of something and a attach a certain meaning to it? I do, sometimes these change and other times they remain pretty contestant. Pretty much ever sense I moved to Ft. Worth, I've loved butterflies and what they represent. It makes my heart swell to think of seeing my own Paw Paw in his last days be so encouraged to sit on his front porch and gaze upon these little travelers on their way to Mexico. He died of Cancer in October of 2001.<br /><br />I would sit with him, not saying a word, just watching the change in his eyes. He was often too weak to speak and most times when I would ask him a question, he looked so puzzled that it broke my heart. The one thing that brought him joy was watching the Monarchs. We enjoyed this together.<br /><br />His wife, my Me Maw had had a Doctor's appointment several weeks ago. While I was waiting for her in the office a kind looking grey haired grandmother came in with her two granddaughters. I of course was knitting (Jen's socks) and the oldest of the two was fascinated and stayed out in the waiting room with me so that we could talk while watched my hands and finished up her homework.<br /><br />Before the grandmother went in to see the Dr. she poured out the sad story of how these precious girls were sexually abused by their father and one year ago mom just left them at her door with only the clothes on their back.<br /><br />While knitting, I spoke to the girl and asked if she enjoyed making anything with her hands. She said, with a brilliant smile on her face, "I make butterflies!" As soon as she finished her homework she pulled out her little craft box and went straight to work. She created this beautiful piece of art. When she packed up to leave she handed to me and said, "This is for you...") Well if you know me at all you also can guess...that this made me cry.<br /><br /><br />This little girl had no idea how our lives paralleled and neither would anyone sitting there that day, but I knew. I knew that weeks before I had made a butterfly almost exactly like this one when we were asked in the youth group to create something that expressed how we connected to God and others... For me that is learning from my own life's sadness, grow and change into something beautiful as I give to others out of my own need for love, acceptance, forgiveness, healing. That day I prayed that this little girl will always have someone encouraging her to be the woman God has planned for her to be, enjoy life's simple glories. Grow and change WITH life's circumstances and always listen to the HOLY SPIRIT!<br /><br /><br />I have more stories but I wan to save them for another time! What do you think of when you see butterflies? </div>A Hopeful Hollar Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00375842236375573470noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275099528286869080.post-61757442612873275302008-09-05T08:21:00.000-07:002008-09-05T09:23:38.711-07:00Finding Hope<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv6S1lvoSYbLIgH9JwzO57W7bk692yCWoSMCevjTzmQXtkoeEXIkacLGDdix-hGQsxjAFz40IdfuTR-AX3LqDPXCaL3fq7tNEwobG53L-YhpxTHm3HErN_pZTJK3IwTJkD5TYykA1pX81p/s1600-h/2008-08-30-0956-19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242559224892531970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv6S1lvoSYbLIgH9JwzO57W7bk692yCWoSMCevjTzmQXtkoeEXIkacLGDdix-hGQsxjAFz40IdfuTR-AX3LqDPXCaL3fq7tNEwobG53L-YhpxTHm3HErN_pZTJK3IwTJkD5TYykA1pX81p/s400/2008-08-30-0956-19.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />2005<br /><br /><br />A lady that found hope,peace,joy,security and stillness in the "mess" of her imperfect life!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxnZWLvp1JEtslbDHG-_AuKUgA9oPWG47txz8aaFB_7gc1MzDBT8RmV7caL_KFIUeUgi_ZP1-lrkflTwfwJ1D82aP51D_dVsMhPRjJAp3rxvBt6IZKr4JSYQi3-I6shvKiqBo7g4mxH_LC/s1600-h/2008-08-30-0955-03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242559085443138594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxnZWLvp1JEtslbDHG-_AuKUgA9oPWG47txz8aaFB_7gc1MzDBT8RmV7caL_KFIUeUgi_ZP1-lrkflTwfwJ1D82aP51D_dVsMhPRjJAp3rxvBt6IZKr4JSYQi3-I6shvKiqBo7g4mxH_LC/s400/2008-08-30-0955-03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />1988<br /><p><br /><br />A lost girl...looking for hope. </p><p>She thought when she was pretty,skinny,wealthy,smart,had cooler clothes, accepted by every person... in the ENTIRE world and a man to love her, then after her life was "perfect" then she would find hope...<br /><br /><br /></p><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Recently, someone said to me that I had such such a story...I really understood and appreciated what she was saying and at the same time, I passionately said, "Don't we all!" That right there is exactly why I LOVE to connect to folks of all walks of life. It's in their "stories" that I really get to explore, understand,process,and love another person. Oftentimes, if I'm really opening up within my own heart, I feel what they feel and I get a deeper sense of who they are and where they've been in life. </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">All of this brings me to a place of acceptance and peace in a world that tries to tell me that I'm not "normal" or that everyone around me has got it "altogether". The only time in my life where I "rested" in thinking that I HAD arrived proved to be one of the hardest, self loathing,prideful times ever. If you had a belief about something I could find a way to show you, (in scripture) why you were wrong and then feel so "sorry" that I had "matured" and you...hadn't! I'm confessing all this because I want to share the joy of freedom from perfectionism! There is NO hope in being "perfect" because it's all a flesh made illusion that only causes pain and destruction in it's wake. </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p></p>A Hopeful Hollar Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00375842236375573470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275099528286869080.post-6800695412375871362008-08-23T04:03:00.000-07:002008-08-23T05:12:35.962-07:00In the Eyes of a Child<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5bVxrdGIkkypVi5uJRI17go7S_WkHatHKkjENycKDIIZhA1pKzv840wPgSEKV2nm6dNzIDoTFbERyeIgyBRQu7bhaN2DvdSLJ20zr2Pq_JB9HqXmeKrqBDYWhCWKUOswKaDSLspNcCrK/s1600-h/IMG_2759.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237679505147422930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5bVxrdGIkkypVi5uJRI17go7S_WkHatHKkjENycKDIIZhA1pKzv840wPgSEKV2nm6dNzIDoTFbERyeIgyBRQu7bhaN2DvdSLJ20zr2Pq_JB9HqXmeKrqBDYWhCWKUOswKaDSLspNcCrK/s400/IMG_2759.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div></div><div>Memories of my young childhood are for the most part quite pleasent. It wasn't until I was about ten or so when inocience seemed to be slipping away into a place that I could never return. It would be many years until I would know something so very different.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div>All of my life I've lived in Texas. All of it except for six beautiful charm filled months when I lived in Portland, Oregon. Those memories of rainy days and autumn foliage cast such a light of hope within me. My parents seemed to be especially content with each other and this gave me so much joy. It was there in Oregon, where I came to LOVE trees, picking my own food, making blueberry muffins in the kitchen with mom and just sitting and watching the rain fall. There was a yarn shop behind our apartments and I remember looking though that window being transfixed by their creations. Who would of thought that I would still be enjoying yarn thirty-one years later?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My father was in construction at the time and we moved up there because there was a good job for he and a friend of his. So my mom,dad, myself and this other family moved at the same time. </div><br /><br /><div>It was in the fall of 1976 and I was going to school for the very first time. I loved my teacher, my school and my striped cat, Patches. I remember that I taught her to roll over when I rolled over. It was a miracle in the eyes of this six year old! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>When I reflect on that very special time in my life, I've sometimes wondered why I remember it with such color and vibrant emotions. It's almost as though I can smell the rain and feel the soft orange scratch n' sniff sweatshirt I loved so much. It was a time of great abundance in my heart. The beauty was all around me and all I had to do was have eyes to see and receive every good gift God had given so freely.</div><br /><div></div><div>Now that I'm thirty-seven and have a past filled with shame, insecurity, loss and hopelessness, I compare in earthy terms what wonderful healing waters from The Holy Spirit have meant to me when dark voices would try to convince me that it is my flesh that matters rather than all of the goodness that is REALLY real in this world. With God's abundant grace I will never again choose to live in my pain, instead I want grow and flourish in HIS light and enjoy all that He's created for His glory!</div></div>A Hopeful Hollar Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00375842236375573470noreply@blogger.com2