Ditat Deus

Sunday Scripture

And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.

Matthew 10:30

Leah Faith

Her middle name is Faith and her first is Leah. She is petite for her age and when she is lined up against her class mates she is a good 5 inches shorter then the others, but she has the faith of a minister, the spunk of a teenager, the touch of a mother and the love of an infant.

Tonight I carried her small worn out body to bed and watched her small toes curl up under the covers. The places those feet have been. The places those feet will go. Her toes have chipped apple red nail polish on them from the neighbor girl who painted them, there is a speck of dirt on her big toe and some blue chalk on the sole of her foot.

Oh the places these feet have been, on the warm sand of the beach and the cold snow in New England. 

I am even more enthralled with where these feet will go. They will pedal a bike, push the gas on a car, walk her down the aisle to meet her husband, take her to meet her first child. They will hold her up during the long nights of mother hood, support her when she sees the love in her own daughters eyes.

These feet will make a difference one day.

But for now these feet can focus on having fun, simply dancing, and radiating the faith and joy of the little girl who owns them.
 

He Peed in an Eggshell White Toilet on Display and other Things

We have lived in our house for 6 years and in those 6 years we have not painted one wall. I figured that with three little ones running about with sticky hands that the paint job I would spend hours on would last long enough for me to say yes it is egg shell white thank you for noticing. But since we have entered the preschool stage for the youngest I was starting to think that it may be nice to have a fresh coat of paint to cover the crayon master pieces on the base boards and jelly hand prints on the wall.

It was gorgeous here today so I got everyone out of pajamas before lunch and we trekked to Home Depot to look at white paint. Evidently there is not just white paint but hundreds of different whites I can choose china white, linen white, super white, ballet white, cloud nine white, white dove and even white shadow but not plain ole' ordinary nothing different about it white.

Right in the middle of comparing egg shell white to super white Ryley had to pee but I told him to hold it because I was in the middle of making one of the biggest decisions of my life, even bigger then deciding if eloping was a smart idea.

Egg Shell white it was but by the time this decision was made Ryley had disappeared. Hurriedly I dropped 50 white paint chips that scattered across the floor and started to search for the missing three year old without loosing two more. Leah saw him first standing in front a row of display toilets in numerous colors and hues. For a second I thought he may have inherited my taste for looking at rainbow colored objects until I saw that his tiny Levis were circled around his ankles and that tinkling sound was not a bird overhead.

My brain stopped working, all I could think was that I had ignored him so much that I made my three year old resort to using a display toilet because his lazy no good mother would not put down paint chips and usher him to the bathroom.

A good person would have found an employee and told them her son peed in the super white display toilet. A good person would have made her son apologize.

But internet I am not a good person, I grabbed his pants, yanked them up and got a football old on him and ran out of the store without any paint.

The walls can wait another 6 years I think.

Twirly Skirt for a Girly Girl

I just finished sewing the Patchwork Skirt from Pink Fig Designs and absolutely adore the end product, it is extremely girly and to make it even girlier the twirl factor is amazing. This skirt can have so much variety and I see myself sewing one for the fall with different colors. The best part of all? No pattern pieces!

The directions though were extremely complicated to follow and at some points did not really make sense so I ended up having to guess and see what happened in the end. I do have some sewing experience(Intermediate sewer) so I was able to get through the tough unexplained steps but for a beginner I can see this being a large problem and discouraging the sewer. 

To save my sanity I used a quilters cotton charm pack of squares so they were all the same size. I love how the fabrics go together and are bold and funky just like the girl who is wearing it! I probably would not use anything but light weight cotton for this, anything more would be too bulky, especially with all the seems.

There is a ton of sewing together of pieces and top stitching involved in this!

 

All in all I will definitely use this pattern again but I would caution the beginner to try another skirt and gain some experience before attempting this pattern!

The One Who Never Stopped Believing

Coming out of our small neighborhood there is a small lake which is more like a puddle but for the story we will call it a lake. I usually drive past without a second thought but today there was a duck right in the middle of the road, screeching to a halt I watched as 7 little ducklings hopped onto the road and started towards their mother. The first six ducklings followed in a direct line, silently and evenly  spaced out but that last duckling walked clumsily, swaying to each side, making a ruckess and varying his speed.

Halfway to his mother the last duckling stopped and his mother waddled over and pressed her face against the small ducks nudging him to get up. Slowly the duckling stood up wobbling and began to walk next to his strong mother, she helped him across the street and I even think I saw her clap but maybe that's just my imagination...

Driving across the street I realized that I was that small duckling, the little one, the misfit, the one who struggles, the one so in need of something larger then myself. The one who is in need of a God who by some miracle is always standing next to me, never changing, always helping and who never stopped believing in me even when I stopped believing in him. A God who never stopped loving.