Blessings…

Blessings…

Our family is crafty, not devious, not plotting (except when working on fiction) not trying to get away with nefarious plans. We just like crafts. My husband loves to work with wood. His specialty is turning out segmented wood projects on his lathe. He takes wood left over from other projects, cuts them, sands them, glues them together and ends up with beautiful bowls and vases that he gives to just about everyone he meets. I paint, crochet, knit, and make cards and scrapbooks.

My daughter has a cutting machine that she uses to cut vinyl words and pictures that she applies to plaques, cups and other dishes to use as gifts for friends and family. Last summer when my husband and I were visiting her, she showed me how it works. We chose two quotations that I liked.

Since I have a tendency to get discouraged when a writing project isn’t going well, my first choice was “I can and I will.” I painted the background on stretched canvas while she cut out and applied the vinyl. Then we worked on my second choice.

“God grant me patience to deal with my Blessings”

I was supposed to not only paint the background, but she wanted me to try to apply the vinyl myself. Now, I am not a young chick and I have a few physical problems, one of them being that my hands tend to shake, especially when I’m tired. I enjoyed learning the new craft, but by the time I reached the final stage of actually applying the vinyl to the canvas, my body was refusing to cooperate.

We could have stopped there and probably should have, but I was determined to keep going. It was soon apparent that there was no way I could keep all those letters from sticking to each other and ending up as one blobby wad of misshapen vinyl. I grew frustrated and impatient. My daughter took over and finished it for me, gently scolding me for not admitting how tired I was. What a blessing she is to me!

Another one of my interests is photography. This morning as I was praying about what I should write this month, I stopped to check my photos on the computer. (We have a new great granddaughter and I wanted to make sure the picture my son-in-law sent had transferred successfully from email to my photo cache. It had.) Then I looked back over the pictures I had added over the last year: family members, flowers, beautiful sunrises, and completed craft projects. I glanced up at the plaques my daughter and I had made together and was filled with thanksgiving.

Life isn’t always easy. Problems come more often than we would like, but isn’t God good? He fills our lives with blessings. What a wonderful Lord we have!

 

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Bettilu Davies About Bettilu Davies

Bettilu Davies is a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. She has authored six published books, first writing fiction for children and teens and recently branching into adult Christian fiction. She has taught piano since 1968 and enjoys reading, crocheting, knitting, paper art, and painting in oils, acrylics and water color.

Comments

  1. Bettilu, your post impressed me! Like you, I’m trying to always have a grateful heart and to see God’s many blessings to me. I’d say you are tremendously blessed with the art gene in so many ways.

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  2. Tina Dorward says:

    What a special time you and your daughter were able to share together and every time you look at your finished piece and for her someday too, it will be a memory of time well spent with mom and even perhaps a chuckle at the struggles you worked through together.

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  3. Bettilu Davies says:

    Thank you. I never thought I was artistic in any way, but one time when my husband and I were newly married, I wistfully said I’d like to be. I thought I was like my mother who often said she couldn’t do anything. Paul answered, “Insert one word in the short poem, ‘Why try?’–the word ‘not.'” I’ve been trying things ever since. He is a real blessing to me.

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