God and I had a little talk this morning...actually it was more listening on my part with a lump in my throat. I was driving back from taking hubby to the airport and it was still pitch black outside. {I know...you are impressed I am up before the sun and operating safely a moving vehicle!...I was armed with a cup of coffee!} I was trying to distract myself from worrying about his flight and prayer of his safety. I have come to really dislike flying {or anyone I know flying} and am bothered by the reliance we still have on it since we are living so far from home. As I followed the signs home I was again so amazed that we are living here. I chuckled thinking how this would never have been a chapter I would have thought to write for my life...I was the homebody...I would have never found myself living this far from home. I quickly thanked God for being the author of my life and for sustaining me through these changes and continuing to be faithful when I didn't feel I showed the same consistency to Him especially living in Cleveland.
I began thinking about when we lived in Cleveland and the times He felt so far away. Days that I knew He was there, but I didn't have words to speak. Times that I had questions and "wait" seemed to always be the answer. Moments when I knew in my soul we where exactly where we were supposed to be, but my heart didn't understand. Cleveland was a time and a place like nothing I had ever known. I was just talking with Dallas last night about the seasons in life where God feels so close and then the times where He feels the furthest. I told Dallas that these are times I believe He hasn't left us, but has backed away a bit and is testing and teaching us. That doesn't mean I don't regret those times that He seemed far...but I know that even then He was teaching me and allowing me to search my soul for His guidance.
I switched off the yapping radio hosts who managed to disrupt my thoughts for some tunes so I could have some noise, but still chat with God without the distraction of their random conversation. This song by Caedmon's Call came on...
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By now I was driving through my little town...my most common route. I was passing the post office and looked over...and up in the hills sat a McMansion! It was still pitch black out and the mansion had all these lights shining up it. I was shocked to see it there. I travel this route all the time and have never seen this huge house before. Then it hit me...I never look past the trees. It took darkness for me to see through the trees into the light and onto the house. A lump formed in my throat as I felt God speaking just to me...in His own way in my rambling way of seeing Him in the little things...to me. You see I shouldn't see the darkness as a regret...or time wasted...it has allowed me to see Him even deeper...to look past the weeds and into the light.
I am so thankful for these moments when God whispers and you can feel the wind in your soul!
In case you have always wondered where I got my love for fabrics and the slight chance you don't know my mom...now...surely now you will understand where I get it! Aren't these gorgeous! The silks are divine and the ruffles...just precious!! I love love love the way they turned out mom!!! As always...what a fabulous job you did! I tell ya...she can do wonders with the sewing machine people.
And just a little more eye candy...this chair is also a resident in my old room...along with a powder pink ceiling and pink chandillier...{the Lord knew my mom couldn't have gone without daughters!}
she's for hire {don't know that she knows that yet, but I can hire her out...I will be {self-proclaimed} her agent!}...she JUST finished the bedskirt for our guestroom yesterday {can't wait to see it!!} so her sewing machine, talented hands, and creative fabric combinations are available again! In the chance that you don't need curtains or custom work, and like the look of the precious pillow in the above chair...she still has some listed 
