Let go...

I've been filled with a lot of pent-up frustration. Like a lot. Mostly at myself... but,really, sometimes I don't even know what I'm feeling. Just very discontent and restless. And, worried. Very worried.

And, I hate being a worrier. It gives you wrinkles, turns your hair gray or makes it fall out, and you could get an ulcer... Nothing good ever comes out of worrying.

I know I've posted it before, but, I love it:

"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?"

Matthew 6:25-27 (NIV)

Conviction. Aye, yi, yi.

"Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall."

Psalm 55:22 (NIV)

Oy.  

It's like I know these things in the back of my head. Somewhere shoved in the dark corner of my brain I've shoved the knowledge of these verses and buried them in a hole... And, this evil, controlling, scary, selfish person takes over and completely warps my brain into thinking I need to have every situation be a certain way... and I need to say this and do that and blah, blah, blah... craziness. No wonder I'm about ready to burst wide open with anxiety.

I need to calm down. Ever since little B was born I've been a worrying, anxious freak. This is what mother-hood does to you. It turns you into this scary worry-wort. I have no idea how my mom had 4 of us under 4 at one time. I'm just thankful she didn't kill one of us. ;)

Ok, all jokes aside, I need some prayer as I'm working out this little "early-life crisis" (yes, I'm waaaaaay to young for a "mid" life crisis). I know God has a plan for me. A path for me to go down (and I'm praying every day that it includes a new job)... so, I need to chill out, and let God handle it. 

Which is an amazing feeling when you actually let yourself go to God. It's a terrifying feeling, but it is amazing.  

sewing itch.

Today I finally, finally, finally took out my sewing machine. FINALLY! I missed it so much. I hated seeing it packed away in it's box. The table I use to sew on is being used for a garage sale, so I've had nothing to set it up on... and, if anybody knows me I hate starting things and then not being able to finish it, especially sewing projects.

And, I didn't want to set it up somewhere and not be able to organize all my other sewing stuff around it. But, I bit the bullet and set it up on the kitchen table. There wasn't a whole lot of room and B thinks that when I'm sitting at the table, he needs to, too.. and he also needs to pull on the fabric, un-thread the thread and, obviously, hug him over and over and over. ;)

I didn't do a huge project. I just needed to feel fabric again.

I up-cycled a sweater I've never worn.

Before

After

It felt amazing to sew something together again. And, now I have a new summer top to wear! :) 



New places, New beginnings....

We finally have a place to call "home".

With enough room for a growing boy to run around in,

scream in, bang in, jump in, throw himself across the room in...

you get the point.

God definitely knew what He was doing when He provided us with this new place to live. :)

In honor of Lake Mill's cuteness and our new love for this little town,

B and I took a walk and I took pictures of some of the houses/buildings I've fallen in love with.

Yes, I said, some. I haven't walked the entire town yet... I'm sure there's more for me to drool over.

Excuse my lack of photography skills... and my non-professional camera.

I love the porch.

I love the porch, the windows, the decorative touches....

 

The houses are so old and Victorian-like. It makes me want to tour all of them.

Well, this one isn't Victorian... but there's something about it that I like.

It kind of reminds me of a house you'd see on a Disney movie.

How can you not love a big ol' porch like that? I want to sip lemonaide on it in my wooden

rocking chair. P.S. it's for sale... if you have a couple hundred thousand laying around, I would definitely

have no problem living in it for you.

This is my favorite house. And when I say that I mean I purposely walk by it almost every time I go for

a walk so I can imagine living in it. The picture doesn't do it justice. But, there were

other people walking around and I didn't want to look like the nut of the town taking pictures of everyone's house!

This isn't old or big and Victorian. But, I love its little summer cottage cuteness. This happens to be for sale too... but, it's about $400,000... since it has it's own lake access. Chump change.

The public library. Yes, it's the library. I can't wait to take B there to investigate the inside!

Main street. Filled with all it's little shop cuteness.

I would LOVE to take a pottery class here. You can't see it in the picture, but there's a basement studio where they teach and have demonstrations.

This little place intrigues me too. I think it's a kind of antique store. Everytime I go by, there's something new placed out front.

Our street's pier. I would've gone down to take a picture of the lake, but my little walking buddy has 

a melt-down everytime we have to leave.

Last, but not least, our little place. It needs some lovin, but the inside is much nicer. Pictures of that to come later... after I finish unpacking.. and clean. ;)

Anyone know what these tall baby's are?! We thought they were freakishly huge asparagus, but now they're blooming... does asparagus bloom?!