Wind howled around the house last night. Periodically an extra hard gust would clatter the plum tree branches against the bedroom roof. Rain beat a changing tempo into the morning before the winds tattered the lighter clouds, letting some blue skies and sun break through.

Knowing the storm was coming Ed and I spent an hour yesterday afternoon raking leaves. Other than quick morning walks and a trip to the post office, work has kept me indoor much more than I’d like so it felt wonderful to work outside. The poor garden still needs to have the last of the pole beans and wiring removed. There’s one more supper’s worth of broccoli before pulling. The beets will continue to stay in the ground, available to be eaten as needed.

The foliage still hangs onto beautiful, fading colors.

This past week has not been easy as I’ve felt worn down by constant expectations and work. Lots of thinking and praying happens throughout the day. Praying for wisdom to make sound decisions. Especially decisions that will affect others.

I’ve been so tired by evening that just dredging up the energy to spin or knit takes too much effort.

As the days meld together I pray, think and discuss options with Ed.
Practicing gratitude has been so necessary, grounding and monumental. Without gratitude the grey shades of life would falsely mute everything. Gratitude renews right perspective.

Grateful for:
Ed’s steadfastness.
Walks with my neighbor.
Though storms may batter and temporarily drown out a sense of direction God is with me through every physical, emotional or mental storm guiding and steadying me with His presence.

Author: Wanda J

I never dreamed my life would be entangled with fiber and the tools used to produce fibery items. When I bought a boat shuttle used in weaving Ed looked at it, decided to make a better one and the rest is history. For a decade he made shuttles, crochet hooks, knitting needles, until his spindles became so popular that he had to devote his time to making them, as well as Walking Wheels. Free time is spent reading, trying to coax food from the ground, and playing in the creek near our place. I love long walks and camping far from crowds. Playing a fiddle beside a stream or with good friends brings sweetness to my soul. Sundays are set aside for worshiping God with our small, Scotts Mills Friends Meeting where I am the preacher. A challenge that God uses to stretch me beyond what I think is possible!