It's Been Too Long!

I can't believe I'm not posting as often as I want to. I admit to being distracted this week with catching up on my reading. I borrowed 5 books from our church library - all fiction - and I've been spending the week with the Sisterchicks. Surprisingly a very good series! I'm not that into romance so I tend to pass it by and I was afraid that any Christian fiction I came across would be an even worse imitation of the romantic crap out there. To my embarrassment there are a whole host of authors writing in the various genres that are Christian writers. Imagine my surprise to find a cadre of mystery/suspense and women's fiction that appealed to me. The Sisterchicks series is a classic example of women's fiction with a very pleasant Christian twist. I love the freedom all the various female characters have in expressing their love of God and their admiration of His creations. And the books are also so beautifully written - full of vivid images and colors - so clear one can imagine oneself right there next to the main character. So in case you haven't gotten it yet, I highly recommend this series. And if you are afraid these books are "pushy religious stuff" you would be wrong. They are stories of wonderful women and their friends who happen to be Christian and they are celebrated as such.

I have managed to knit a little bit this week. But in addition to reading A LOT I've been battling a sore throat and cold so my motivation has been off. The last two nights I've retired to bed really early - about 5 minutes after we put the wild man down! So not so much time spent on knitting. Also, I've been resisting the urge to start another project because the vast amount of stockinette stitch I've been doing on the never ending hubby sweater is REALLY boring. I don't think I'll be doing another sweater like that again. If and when I do another one it will have more interesting stitchwork. Nevertheless the urge to pick up my laceweight yarn and go forth on the swallowtail shawl is great indeed.

I have to relate something that struck me yesterday when the wild man and I were out walking about the farm. I've been in a fairly grouchy mood so my tolerance level with him is practically nil. My fault, not his. He's been a really good boy lately. Anyway, I was grumpily walking around behind him as we were exploring down by the barn and around when I happened to look up into the trees. I was stopped in my tracks by the vibrant fall colors and intensely blue sky. I felt so small and petty. I felt like God was shaking his paint splattered finger at me as if to say, "Wake up and enjoy all I have given you! And by the way, you need to stop acting so selfishly. Now go and play with your son with a light heart." I was ashamed of the way I had been acting and when I looked back down at the wild man it really was with different eyes. I need to be poked at frequently and reminded that children learn through play and what may be boring and dull to me would be fun and interesting to him. So I stopped feeling sorry for myself for not feeling well and not getting any breaks and I grabbed my son's hand and walked with him up the hill and there we played for a long time. After playtime was done, the wild man looked at me and said, "Up Mumma" (we were rolling up and down the hill). When I looked up at him I could see a rainbow behind his head. I know it was the angle at which I was lying down but I couldn't help but think that God hung that rainbow there just for me.

On that note, I'm taking my little wild man outside for the morning so we can both enjoy the beautiful, though chilly, day before all the wonderful fall colors fade and fall. Oh, before I go? The wild man is busily emptying my cotton yarn bin and playing with the skeins...am I disturbed by this? Surprisingly no...but I should still stop him before he gets to the other stuff!

Or before he yanks the dogs tail again!!!

Enjoy your weekends!