Well I’ve been busy, sewing purses and bags and making bath salts and things in jars for the market. I really hope lots of people come and it all goes well – we only have eight stalls, as that’s what we got insurance for, but I’m confident that the quality of what is on all the stalls will mean there is plenty for people to buy and enjoy. Also the hall can’t really fit more tables than that, so if we expand we will have to go outside and into the adjoining room.
Anyway. Baby steps.
Sewing has been so great. My room is an absolute bomb site, with bits of thread and offcuts all over the floor and piles of fabric on the cutting table, but it’s the mess of creativity so I don’t really mind it. I guess it’s my studio really, with a bed in it.
The good thing about sewing is that it keeps my mind on hold, and keeps my hands busy. I’m dealing with some stuff at the moment that is painful and sad, and although I’m feeding my brain good stuff when I read my Bible or listen to people like Tim Keller speak, sometimes my brain needs to just rest. But if I’m not doing something, unhelpful thoughts just whirl around and get me nowhere.
So sewing it is. And Psych. It’s silly and mildly amusing and I don’t have to devote much attention to it, so can just have it on in the background.
My current favourite verses are Lamentations 3:22-25:
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”
The Lord is good to those who wait for him,
to the soul who seeks him.