12 hours

My Husband Adam has been gone for three weeks.
He went to Africa on a mission trip to work with AIDS orphans. I am proud of him for that.
We had little communication the time he was gone, barley talking more then twice.
Three weeks feels like an eternity when you have 2 little boys!

People have told me that I am so strong to make it through this, that they would never be able to, that they would never do it.

The truth is, I am not strong, I can't do it either, and I never had a choice to say no.
There are some things in life that have options. Taking care of orphans is not one of those things.

So off he flew to represent Saviour to kids
And here at home I stayed to represent Saviour to ours.

Now here I am, three weeks done. 12 hours until I see him again. My husband. My love.

I can hardly wait.

Creating

So I love to create things
It's what I do.
I love to expiriment.
I am rarely happy with my work.

but sometimes I am.

I make things out of fabric.
It seems to me tho that it is more then just making.
It's creating.
Creating a piece of work that has yet to be thought of
Creating something that is origional, one of-a kind-right out of my brain
Creating something spiritual?

Creating is Spiritual

Once there was another Creator who Spiritually created.
Origional works, one of a kind stuff that had yet to be thought of.

I want to be like Him.

At First

You will have to forgive me.

I have never blogged before.

All this is new territory for me, this sharing of ideas, feelings, thoughts.

I never thought I'd be at this point...yet here I am..blogging.

I have no idea what this blog will be about. Perhaps to show my art, perhaps much more?

So please bare with me as I wade through the newness of this interactive wide web if a world.

I am also a terrible speller. Terrible at spelling. Whatever, you get my point. (My grammar is pretty bad to!)

Anyhow, that is life. Or something like it......