Sew in Love with Kids!

I love to sew for children; fun fuzzy pillowcases, silly soft blankets, outrageous creative costumes. But mostly I like kids to feel happy and loved. That's the best part of being a child...to have a blast!
Everywhere you go there are sayings about motherhood, sayings about childhood, and sayings about parenthood, and how great it is to let children be children. But do we really let them? In this fast pace world of hurrying up and growing up and being the best we can be, do we really let our kids live in a world of imagination? Has anyone really gotten down on their hands and knees and relived the reality of being a child?
I remember once when my children were small saying to my daughter, "Stop acting like a three year old!" And her looking into my eyes and answering, "But Momma, I am three...".
I guess my point is that our children ARE only little for a litle while. They see a world full of excitement and adventure. They see gum under tables. They see millions of kness. They see the stuff crammed under the couch. They see the color of gum on sidewalks. They see the trash can eye to eye. They see a toilet filled with adventurous water. They see a box as a new toy. They see things that you and I just consider ordinary, and take them to their imagination and change the world.
We chase them. We stop them. And sometimes we even chastise them. But the truth is, we need to stop ourselves. What would our children;s lives be like, if we just slowed down long enough to wonder...

• What does cat poop smell like in our hands, up close and personal?
• What about eating french fries in the back of the car, they still taste good even if they're a week old!
• How do we know that the sugar wouldn't be better all over the dining room floor?
• How about sucking up puke with a vaccuum?
• Ever swung from a clothes rack? (loads of fun)
• What if we colored our sister's face with permanent black marker? 
• Or how about playing with our blocks in a poopy diaper?

The possibilities for children are endless, and they should be. Somewhere along the line, their lives will get tainted. Some idiot will destroy their innocence and they'll learn to be afraid to try something new or too embarrassed to voice their opinions. But until then, let's let our children discover this big, beautiful world...eat frosting in the rain...protect them and love them...but seriously...let them be children.

 

 

 

 

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When the Beautiful Fabric Has a Flaw....

When God Ran Almighty God, the great I am Immovable rock, omnipotent, powerful, awesome Lord Victorious warrior, commanding King of Kings Mighty conqueror, and the only time the only time I ever saw Him run CHORUS: Was when He ran to me, He took me in His arms Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come home again” Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes With forgiveness in His voice He said, “Son do you know I still love you?” He caught me by surprise when God ran The day I left home I knew I’d broken His heart And I wondered then if things could ever be the same Then one night I remembered His love for me And down that dusty road ahead I could see It was the only time – it was the only time I ever saw Him run And then He ran to me, He took me in His arms Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come home again” Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes With forgiveness in His voice He said, “Son do you know I still love you?” He caught me by surprise as He brought me to my knees When God ran – I saw Him run to me BRIDGE: I was so ashamed, all alone and so far away But now I know He’s been waiting for this day I saw Him run to me, He took me in His arms Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come home again” Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes With forgiveness in His voice I felt His love for me again He ran to me, He took me in His arms Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come home again” Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes With forgiveness in His voice He said, “Son”, He called me Son He said, “Son do you know I still love you?” He ran to me and then I ran to Him When God ran by: Phillips, Craig, and Dean Almighty God, the great I am Immovable rock, omnipotent, powerful, awesome Lord Victorious warrior, commanding King of Kings Mighty conqueror, and the only time the only time I ever saw Him run....  and the small lil boy laid in the bath tub with his peed undies on his head. Tears running down his face, he wondered why he was so "bad". Why did his parents walk away and leave him here? Why did they choose drugs over him. He pretended to sleep because when he woke up if he was "bad", his foster mom would lock him in that dark closet again. He hated being by himself. He hated the dark so much..... Was when He ran to me, He took me in His arms Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come home again” Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes With forgiveness in His voice He said, “Son do you know I still love you?” He caught me by surprise when God ran....  and she held him in her arms and cooed, "I love you. I will never leave you. It will be okay. I promise Jeffy. No one will ever hurt you again. It doesn't matterHthat you stole. You'll say sorry and we'll help fix it. It'll be okay...." And the little boy now a young man sobbed on his adoptive mother's lap and she held him tight and wiped his tears.... He caught me by surprise when God ran The day I left home I knew I’d broken His heart And I wondered then if things could ever be the same...  She watched him leave. She was a mess. He had broken her heart. He had broken up her home. He had scared his siblings and hit her with objects he had thrown. She looked in his eyes as he hissed those words' "I hate you!" But she couldn't see her Jeffy anymore. She could only see a bitter, frightened young man . She watched him go. She yearned to run after him. But how could she? She had eight other children to care for. The police came and she refused to press charges, but it didn't matter....Jeffy was gone and things would never be the same... Then one night I remembered His love for me And down that dusty road ahead I could see It was the only time – it was the only time I ever saw Him run And then He ran to me, He took me in His arms Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come home again” Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes With forgiveness in His voice He said, “Son do you know I still love you?” He caught me by surprise as He brought me to my knees When God ran – I saw Him run to me... She felt wrong as she crept up the stairs that night. Something told her to stop, go down those steps one more time,  hug him, and tell him she loved him. But it was late so she did not. She just went to bed. But he did not sleep. He never slept anymore. In fact, he never ate anymore. Life was just too hard. He came home to his Momma and he thought it would help. But it didn't, sure Momma gave him everything he needed. Found him a job, making him a new bedroom, cooked him his favorite meals. he had come home...his momma was thried...he knew she was.But the pain was so deeply ingrained in him that he just couldn't do it anymore. He followed her everywhere...he told her he loved her and it wasn't her fault. he hugged her and kissed her. But it still hurt. She couldn't make it better. It just wouldn't stop hurting. He needed to go. He'd finish it this time because there was nothing left to fix. The pain was unfixable. He looked around at all the love in this home. He watched his sleeping baby sister for a moment...oh how he adored her. She gave him a reason to live many, many days.He stared at the other children's photos on the wall...."I;m so sorry, "h he hoarsely whispered and Jeffy opened the door and shut it for the last time. "They will forgive me," he texted..."they will all forgive me...even God..." I was so ashamed, all alone and so far away But now I know He’s been waiting for this day I saw Him run to me, He took me in His arms Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come home again” Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes With forgiveness in His voice I felt His love for me again He ran to me, He took me in His arms Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come home again” With forgiveness in His voice He said, “Son”, He called me Son He said, “Son do you know I still love you?”  His Momma drove over the hilll, raising to bring him home. Hoping he hadn't scared the young girl too much and that maybe someone would give Jeffy the help he needed. She saw the car.She saw the steam. Her heart began to pound. Her chest began to tighten. She peeked in the windows. Her sister yelled to get back back. her sister pushed her to stop pounding on the windows. That's when she saw the blood. That's when she saw his lil ashy hand holding the gun. That's when she dropped to her knees and begged God to stop this...to make it untrue. The police lights, the questions.....Where was God? Where was he now? He ran to me and then I ran to Him When God ran...  Up on that hill in the beautiful woods, with His arms opened wide...stood God. He watched Jeffy run. He watched him run so fast and so far, but determined  as always,God never stopped chasing him. "Jeff, please don't do this. You've tried it so many times. Let's just relax and stay here. It'll be okay...I promise..." But Jeffy ran. He ran to his car. He held the gun in his mouth. He cried. He groaned into the phone...and with all the courage he could muster, he pulled the trigger. And God ran to Jeffy, "Come on home my Son...it'll be okay...I promise...and He took my Jeffy, my whole world and He loved him and He took away his pain...and he held him and now it is okay for Jeffy...just as He promised...