Desire, Dream, Do and Delegate

I woke up this morning with the words Dream, Do, and Delegate in my head. As I was coming down stairs, the word Desire also manifested itself. Now it is spelled out like this:
Desire – “Lord, give me the desires of my heart”
Dream – Start turning those Desires into Dreams and aspirations
Do – Allow God to manifest those Dreams into action steps, and follow through
Delegate – What you are unable to do, delegate.
Among those four words, I am coming to realize that as each word is acted upon, another door opens to allow the next word to manifest.
In each step of the way, I am finding that it flows easily. God’s timing is key to all our aspirations.
This Desire was planted in me almost 16 years ago. Sixteen years ago, I did not have the knowledge I needed for it to manifest itself. Over the year’s opportunities have been laid at my feet that have been the building blocks to manifesting this Dream.
At first my Desire manifested into me returning to college to get an understanding of business management. Along the way of manifesting this desire, a job was laid in front of me that reimbursed my college tuition and gave me opportunities to sharpen the skills I was learning.
The second part God laid in front of me that my Desire manifested was my now ex-husband wanting to start his own business. With the knowledge I was acquiring, I was able to Do that which was Delegated to me because Preston was unable to fulfill that end of business development. That being said, I now realize that we are each part of the others building up. Meeks Truck and Tractor Repair manifested from Preston’s Desire, which was manifested into a Dream, upon which action was taken to Do the next steps to manifest that Dream. And what he could not do, he Delegated.
It all intertwines, doesn’t it? Everything I learned from that process was setting me up for success in a future I was not able to see at the time. Does one think it is just by chance a company would actually seek me out, that gave me the opportunities to grow out of my comfort zone, that allowed me the freedom to implement team building, customer service, and quality control by chance? I do not think so.
Is it by chance alone that I have developed a strong relationships with people who are willing to support my Dreams and also have the skill sets I lack in?
My Desire is now manifested into a Dream, which has manifested into the Doing and Delegating. I am excited to see where this part of the journey will take us. I am thankful to the God who has given me the Desires of my heart. I am thankful for those who are willing to help me in my weaknesses. I am thankful to all the Doers that have forged ahead of me.

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Implosion

Spiritual Revolt of a Nation

Isaiah 22:3-4 All your leaders have fled together; they have been captured without using the bow. All you who were caught were taken prisoner together, having fled while the enemy was still far away. Therefore, I said, ‘Turn away from me; let me weep bitterly. Do not try to console me over the destruction of my people.”
Ephesians 6:12-13 “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore, put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.”
Interestingly, Isaiah keyed in a different font. Not a choice I had made, but chosen of itself. This verse really spoke to me, too, when I read it this morning. There has been a lot of turmoil in our nation over the past decade. Most recently, congress has raked a certain judge and his family through the mud, all in what appears to me, a fight to either hold on to their ground (republicans) or to gain ground (democrats). I called them the Pharisees and the Sadducee’s last week. Our present time leaders that Jesus had warned his generation about a few thousand years ago. People who, in leadership positions, have lost their moral souls and devour a nation which has become dependent on them. Indeed, it is time for those of us who can still hear God’s calling, to “put on the full armor of God, so that (we) can take (our) stand against the devil’s schemes.”
I pray in the Spirit with this in mind, to be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people, praying also for true spiritual leaders, that whenever they speak, words may be given so that they will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel, for which we are ambassadors in chains. I pray that we may declare it fearlessly, as we should. ~ Ephesians 6:18-19 paraphrased

Blanket Sweaters

 

Blue Macaron Blanket Sweater and Hat

I have recently come across these sweaters on Pinterest and found them fascinating! The concept is so simple, yet it has drawn so much attention from all sorts of people. On this one I have chosen to use the V-stitch, 160 across and doing 51 rows before sewing the corners and doing rounds on the edge to create the collar. My model is an extra small, but this pattern could comfortably fit a large size, as well. I got a little frustrated with the first pattern I had found. It stated that one size fits all. Once I completed their pattern, I found that one size fits “all toddlers”. I guess it also depends on what type of yarn you use, the size hook, and your “handwriting” in stitching. I used a basic worsted, self striping yarn with an I hood on this one and the finished rectangle measured 60″ X 40″.  They go so fast for me that I should be able to get all 10 done before December. Yes! I said 10. I had posted these pictures on Facebook the day I finished this set, and in less than 24 hours I had orders coming in for them. I hope to find some nice pinks, and I defiantly know one of the items my granddaughters will be receiving for Christmas. Happy stitching, folks!

Equal Opportunity Employer: What I Was Missing

There is an odd melancholic of sorts as I wrestle with the male/female positions in society. I am not sure whether I am truly observing it as I am, or if my own prejudiced, my own personal experiences are tainting what I see. I see women as one’s who see themselves as victims, with feelings of less-than, weakness, subordinate.  I hear about the wage differences between men and women, and I question whether it is because we truly are devalued by the employer or whether we have this false sense that this is the only way I will get the job? Often times, is it not in the best interest of a company to get as much as they can for the least amount of cost? And do we not succumb to that offer out of fear of not getting the job at all and our families suffering all the more?

I have worked in a male dominate environment for over two decades. Often times I see other women as wish-washy or non-confrontational. I, myself had been that way for way too long. Somehow I had believed that eventually my work would be recognized, that I did not need to “blow my own horn”, so to speak. I have left great opportunities on the table, walking away from jobs because I felt that I had been passed over one too many times…never once trying to claim my own victories in the scheme of what had transpired. Almost a year ago I was in a bad place at work…between my own ears, anyway. I was angry that my wage was not equivalent to the male counterparts I worked with and trained on a daily basis. I contemplated my old way of doing things, get mad, not say anything to anyone, and when I got to the point of boiling over, I was going to quit. I ran this “great idea” by one of my co-workers who actually knew what I did for the company, but was over a different department. Then he asked me this crazy, off the wall question: “Well, have you shared what you are doing with your manager?”, he asked. I looked at him like he was nuts! Never in a million years had ever thought to do such a thing. I argued with him, “but he should KNOW what I am doing! I should not have to write it all out on paper for him!” Calmly, my male co-worker explained to me that often times these kind of things go unnoticed because things ARE running so smoothly. “OK”, I told him, “sure, I will put something together and present it to him, but I doubt it will make a difference.”

For the next few days I pulled together all the things I had done over the years to contribute to the company. Things I had fixed, policies I had created or changed to help the company run smoother, training I had provided for our parent company to help bring key quality  points to the forefront. Once I had completed it, I was actually kind of surprised by what I had accomplished with this company. I asked my co-worker to read over what I had written, and he made a few minor changes to my layout and advised I schedule a meeting with my manager to go over this.

Man, did I dread that! Because of all the beliefs I had built up in my head about the gender bias, I had already “heard” all of my managers arguments rehearsed in my head. Imagine my shock and surprise when, as we were going through my bullet points, he constantly nodded his head in agreement! Stopping me at some points and asking questions, not realizing that I had been the person behind those improvements and changes that had helped the company’s bottom line. We had a very good discussion and my contributions were fairly evaluated and acknowledged with the fair and equal compensation I had requested. It was in this moment that I suddenly realized that my biggest obstacle all this time had been me! The melancholy between my own ears had been what had been getting in my way this whole time. Some lie I had learned somewhere along the way had been my downfall…but the truth has been my rising!

I welcome your feedback and your experiences.

Grammie’s Granny Square Snag

Or, better stated, I THOUGHT I could see!

I always considered the typical granny square a walk in the park. It is easy enough to do the double crochet, cluster that sucker into three at a time, and make my rounds as I go, right? Well, a few months ago I had Lasik done on my eyes. My vision has always been pretty bad, so once I started healing from the surgery, I literally had to learn how to use my eyes again! Sounds crazy, I know, but for decades I had prescription eye glasses, around 15 years ago I got the bifocal, 6 years after that, the dreaded trifocal, so I went from almost blind to 20/20 practically over night! And, yes, it certainly does take getting used to. The way I used to have to focus on things and the way I focus on things now has changed a lot. The way, I suppose, I had to learn to use my eye muscles, has changed. Things people typically never thing about, like breathing or hearing, it is just something we “do”, right? Anyhow, since I was on a trifocal prescription lens, apparently, while I can see details I had never even realized were there all my life at almost every range, when it comes to close up detailed work with dark colors, I struggle. I simply cannot get my eyes to focus properly when I have the small detail work to do. Now I struggle to “connect the dots”, as one might put it.

A few months ago my Aunt Barbara asked me if I would make her a granny square afghan. I told her, sure I would! Piece of cake, I said! I set out to pick a wide array of colors to piece together and got started on those clean easy squares. I have already made a few dozen…but, when I started to piece these suckers together, I realized that the struggle is real! I had chosen a dark color to finish my rounds with, and as I was trying to piece these dark purple stitches together, I realized I could not see the detail I needed to line them up properly. What, in the past, would take me a few weeks to complete has now run into two months. At the onset of creating this piece, I was going to do single color squares, then two color squares moving out, then three and so on. Now I hope to be able to keep my sanity in the one set of sewing I will need to do. Fortunately, I have another 3 months to get this  afghan put together, but, it sure is tempting to just start doing the rounds on this medium size square I have managed to piece together.

To my dear Aunt Barbara, these stitches will be made with love…and with struggle…and with victory over my obstacles! See you in September~

Grammies grannies edited-Edit

 

 

It’s Not Pointless, It’s Passion

And there is a reason we have passion!

Today after work I was in kind of a blah mood. I have been wanting to find an escape of sorts. Somewhere by the water, a stream in the mountains…or maybe a place by the ocean. Somewhere where I can just kind of absorb into my surroundings…somewhere where my presence just doesn’t matter. Then I came to the conclusion that, no matter where I went, there I was…there is no escaping it.

While I was out today, some Jehovah’s Witnesses came to my door.  I watched them on the security video that is set up by my front door. The lady was admiring the purple plant I have by the door in the flower bed. She remarked about how pretty it was. The man beside her asked, “is purple your favorite color?” To which she replied that she didn’t really like the color, she hardly ever wore it, but when she does, she wears it with black. This woman saw beauty in a plant that would normally not be an appealing color to her. I found that very interesting. Turns out that most of us find beauty through things that are not really appealing to us. I thought it significant that the woman was able to acknowledge her appreciation for the purple plant. Funny thing, as they were walking away from the door, I heard the man ask the woman, “what made you want to come here?” And the woman replied, “Jehovah told me to”. And so goes the song written by George Strait, “I Saw God Today”. While that woman probably has no idea that this Higher Power truly did use a willing vessel to minister to someone she may never meet, I pray she is blessed by her very successful “attempt”.

I have noticed over the past few decades that money really does not make people happy, nor do all the “things” money can buy. I mean, we can only have so much stuff. It never really fills the void, it just covers it up for a moment. Before long the material possession looses its spark, and there where the flashing was shot, there is now a bigger hole. In turn, we must find something bigger and better, only to be disillusioned once again. This got me to thinking about a persons life purpose. Why, indeed, are we really here? I am sure that it is not for us to keep filling our own houses, closets, pockets. After all, where does that really get us? For me, it just keeps creating bigger and bigger voids.

I have also noticed that individuals possess infatuations with things. I work with a lady who can make some of the best food you ever put in your mouth. She is an unknown Mexican cuisine genius! She builds accessories in a warehouse for a “living”. Her income helps to feed her passion…and her passion sure has fed me a great meal, actually, more than I can count! I know another who can make any kind of structure with their hands, beautiful furniture, even buildings. This guy fixes trucks for a “living”. His income helps to feed his passion. He has built me a sturdy storage bench and crafted my first child’s personalized toy box. Yet another I knows passion is in writing. Her occupation, for many years was that of serving others who could not really help themselves. She poured her life out into those people and onto pages and music. It was her “happy place”, and she soothed many other souls with her skill.

Well, I find my “happy place” in stitches. My grandmother sat me down long ago and taught me the craft, and my “job” feeds my passion. And my passion helps keep people warm. A place that really touches my heart is a program called Youth Villages. It is a place that takes in troubled children. They help lost and forgotten of our country, the abused and broken, and teaches them how to love, how to respect themselves and others. I personally know a young adult that was in one of these facilities in his teenage years. He told me that while he was there, other kids kept trying to steel his afghan someone had made for him. I asked him what was so significant about an afghan, and he told me that it was cold there. And he meant more than just frigged temperatures. He meant a cold glassy atmosphere, as well. He told me that the hand made afghan signified that someone actually truly cared about him. A lot of children there, he told me, do not have that type of nurturing. It was after his story to me that I realized my why. I have included the link if you would like to learn more about this program, and perhaps you have a passion that could help feed these kids souls, as well.

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