I went to my first ever quilt show with my mom and sister. I found a place in town where I can go and actually not see anyone I know, which was honestly a little bit weird. This line of fabric is by Moda, called Oz. It was love at first sight. I find fabric and say, "Mom, what can we make out of this?" And by "we" I mean, HER because she's a rock star and I can't even sew on a button. So this my friends is going to be some of the beautiful fabric in the quilt that my mom is going to make me. (And I love it so much that I might have convinced her to make me a purse out of it to.)
I took a little trip to the place that I called home for the majority of my life. This little village holds a special place in my heart. I love it so much because it always welcomes me home, even when I least expect it, even when I "forget" that I am truly alumni.
There are some people in the world that have blessed my life, been used by God to shape me into the person I am today, some of those people have known me since birth, and others have come into my life further down the journey. These three adults have done just that. I met them the summer of 1997 and each time I am with them I am reminded at how the Lord truly does bring people into our lives for a season but sometimes we are fortunate enough for some of those relationships to span seasons.
S, J, and CW thank you. Thank you for taking the time to help an arrogant high school basketball player see Jesus. Thanks for continuing to be a part of my life even across the miles and as the years go by.
Leave it to CW to wear a silly Nebraska shirt to make me crazy in light of the shake-up's going on in the Big 12 right now. . .
Most of my days this week have actually been spent updating curriculum with some of the fabulous business teachers across the district. Call me crazy but as dreadful as it sounds, MOST of the people that I'm working on all this with, are absolutely wonderful.