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Isiah 53:5- “But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him,and by his wounds we are healed. “

Many people think of the crucifixion of Christ as what you see in old paintings and art. A man with a tiny trickle of blood coming from this hands, feet and head- hanging on a sanded and smooth cross. Yet, that is not an accurate picture of the death of Jesus.

The most incredible description of the events of Christ’s humiliation and death that I’ve found are on this website. Be aware though: it’s highly graphic.

For simplicity’s sake, I’ll cut and paste his beating and death. I found 2 good descriptions, and will take a little of each to help explain it.

From the first:

“While most are aware that Jesus was beaten and then crucified, few comprehend the horrific mutilation that occurred to His body both before and during His crucifixion. Jesus’ body was so beaten and battered that He was virtually unrecognizable to the people of His day.

To help clear your mind of the typical picture of a barely-scarred Jesus hanging from a cross, a detailed examination of His execution must be described. While various forms of crucifixion were used, we will describe one possible method.

Before being crucified, Jesus is forced to undergo a severe scourging. To begin the horrible ordeal, He is stripped of His clothing and His hands are bound to a post above His head. A Roman legionnaire steps forward with a flagellum—a short whip with jagged pieces of bone, glass and metal tied into nine strips of leather. This is commonly referred to as a cat-o’-nine-tails.

The heavy whip is brought down without mercy, over and over again, across Jesus’ shoulders, back and legs. At first, the flagellum cuts through the skin only. But as the blows continue, they cut deeper into the flesh, causing blood to ooze from the capillaries and veins. Blood then begins to spurt from smaller arteries in the underlying muscles.

The flagellum begins to produce large, deep bruises, which are then ripped open by succeeding blows. In time, the skin of Jesus’ back is hanging in long ribbons, like spaghetti. The entire area is an unrecognizable bloody mass of torn flesh.

The severe beating is halted when the Roman centurion in charge has determined that Jesus is near death.

Though the Jews had a law that prohibited more than 39 lashes, there is speculation that the Romans would not have made any attempt to obey the statute.

At this point, Jesus is close to being in shock. One can only imagine the agonizing pain pulsing through His nerves. He is then untied from the post and allowed to fall to the ground—soaked in His own blood. The soldier performing the beating notices a great irony in a “simple, unsophisticated Jew” claiming to be a king. A robe is thrown across Jesus’ shoulders, and a stick is placed in His hand, like a scepter. To complete the mockery, flexible branches covered with long thorns are formed into a crown, which is pressed firmly into Jesus’ scalp. Since the scalp is one of the most vascular areas of the body, profuse bleeding begins almost immediately.

The soldiers proceed to mock Jesus and strike Him across the face. They then take His “scepter” and strike Him on the head—the thorns are driven deeper. At last, the soldiers grow weary of their vicious attack and tear off Jesus’ robe. This causes agonizing pain, similar to carelessly removing a surgical bandage, due to His robe having bonded to the clots of blood and serum in His wounds. Significant bleeding takes place once again, as though He were being whipped with the flagellum.

Ironically, in respect of Jewish custom, the Roman soldiers return Jesus’ garments, and then make Him carry a long wooden beam along His back. The condemned “criminal,” along with the Roman soldiers, begins His slow journey to the site of the crucifixion, Golgotha. Jesus struggles to walk erect, but considering the immense weight of the wooden beam and the state of near shock produced by incredible blood loss, He constantly falls. The weight is too much to bear. The beam gouges into the shredded skin and muscles of the shoulders. Jesus tries to rise, but the endurance of His muscles has been exceeded.

Wanting to hasten the crucifixion, the centurion-in-charge selects an onlooker—Simon of Cyrene (Matt. 27:32)—to carry the beam. Jesus follows behind Simon, perhaps slightly relieved, but still bleeding and in near-shock.

And the second continues:

“Jesus’ Crucifixion: Jesus is again stripped of all clothing – not even a loin cloth (contrary to images depicted in artists’ paintings). Simon is ordered to place the cross on the ground and Jesus is quickly thrown backward with His torn shoulders against the wood. The legionnaire feels for the depression at the front of the wrist. He drives a heavy, square, wrought-iron nail through the wrist and deep into the wood. To comment on the shout Jesus must have released is too much to bare.

Quickly, he moves to the other side and repeats the action being careful not to pull the arms too tightly, but to allow some movement. The cross portion is now hoisted to the upright pillar where it fits into a groove near the top.

Jesus left foot is now pressed backward against the right foot, and with both feet extended, toes down, a nail is driven through the arch of each, leaving the knees moderately flexed. The Victim is now crucified. To make matters worse, the Victim is mocked by His executioners as well as some of the religious onlookers in the gathering throng.

As He slowly sags down with more weight on the nails in His wrists, excruciating pain shoots along the fingers and up the arms to explode in the brain – the nails in the wrist are putting pressure on the median nerves. As He pushes Himself upward to avoid the stretching torment, He places His full weight on the nail through His feet. Again there is searing agony of the nail tearing through the nerves between the metatarsal bones of the feet.

At this point, as the arms fatigue, great waves of cramps sweep over the muscles, knotting them in deep, relentless, throbbing pain. With these cramps comes the abiility to push Himself upward. Hanging by His arms, the pectoral muscles are paralyzed and the intercostals muscles are unable to act. Air can be drawn into the lungs, but cannot be exhaled. Jesus fights to raise Himself in order to get even one short breath. Finally carbon dioxide builds up in the lungs and in the blood stream and the cramps partially subside. Spasmodically, He is able to push Himself upward to exhale and bring in the life-giving oxygen. It was undoubtedly during these periods of fighting for air that Jesus uttered the seven short sentences which are recorded.

The Death of Jesus: hours of this limitless pain, cycles of twisting, joint-rending cramps, intermittent partial asphyxiation, searing pain where tissue is torn from His lacerated back as He moves up and down against the rough timber in order to take a breath.

Then another agony begins. A terrible crushing pain deep in the chest as the pericardium slowly fills with serum and begins to compress the heart. It is almost over. The loss of tissue fluids has reached a critical level; the compressed heart is struggling to pump heavy, thick, sluggish blood into the tissues; the tortured lungs are making frantic efforts to gasp in small gulps of air. The markedly dehydrated tissues send their flood of stimuli to the brain.

A sponge soaked in posca, the cheap, sour wine which is the staple drink of the Roman legionnaires, is lifted to His lips. He apparently does not take any of the liquid. The body has reached its limit. This realization brings out His sixth words, possibly little more than a tortured whisper, “It is finished.” His mission of atonement has been completed. Finally, He can allow His body to die. With one last surge of strength, He once again presses His torn feet against the nail, and straightens His legs, takes a deeper breath, and utters His last cry, “Father, into thy hands I commit my spirit.”

We have had our glimpse at what Christ went through – a terrible sight, and more than enough to leave us depressed and despondent.

Remember, this was all done willingly. Christ offered up Himself for the sins of the world – and more particularly for you – that through His sacrifice we might know life.”

Not only did Christ endure the cross for us, but he knew that it was coming.  He knew the scriptures and was familiar with all the text. These verses in Isaiah were written 700 years before Christ’s birth. Yet, Isiah 53 so accurately describes exactly the life and death of Jesus, it’s almost as if it was written after the fact. Yet He willing endured it all for you and I.

Isiah 53 -“Who has believed our message? To whom will the LORD reveal his saving power? 2My servant grew up in the LORD‘s presence like a tender green shoot, sprouting from a root in dry and sterile ground. There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance, nothing to attract us to him. 3He was despised and rejected—a man of sorrows, acquainted with bitterest grief. We turned our backs on him and looked the other way when he went by. He was despised, and we did not care.

4Yet it was our weaknesses he carried; it was our sorrows that weighed him down. And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God for his own sins! 5But he was wounded and crushed for our sins. He was beaten that we might have peace. He was whipped, and we were healed! 6All of us have strayed away like sheep. We have left God’s paths to follow our own. Yet the LORD laid on him the guilt and sins of us all.

7He was oppressed and treated harshly, yet he never said a word. He was led as a lamb to the slaughter. And as a sheep is silent before the shearers, he did not open his mouth. 8From prison and trial they led him away to his death. But who among the people realized that he was dying for their sins—that he was suffering their punishment? 9He had done no wrong, and he never deceived anyone. But he was buried like a criminal; he was put in a rich man’s grave.

10But it was the LORD‘s good plan to crush him and fill him with grief. Yet when his life is made an offering for sin, he will have a multitude of children, many heirs. He will enjoy a long life, and the LORD‘s plan will prosper in his hands. 11When he sees all that is accomplished by his anguish, he will be satisfied. And because of what he has experienced, my righteous servant will make it possible for many to be counted righteous, for he will bear all their sins. 12I will give him the honors of one who is mighty and great, because he exposed himself to death. He was counted among those who were sinners. He bore the sins of many and interceded for sinners.”

He was “crushed” so that we might live!!!

 

Galatians 5:22-25 “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the sinful nature with its passions and desires. Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit.”

This is the first in a nine part series on “The Fruit of the Spirit”.  Love is such an amazing word. We use it so often for so much. I love my husband.  I love to snow ski.  I love pizza.  I love watching movies at the theater.  But most of this is not really love as described and defined in the Bible.

One of the best definitions of what love is can be found in 1 Corinthians 13:4-8.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails.”

It only took me a short time being married to realize that love is not an easy thing to give.  It’s so easy to be selfish, or want your way.  So easy to hold a grudge and put up your guard.   But it’s supposed to be different with God’s love.

In my MOPS group, we’re reading “A Woman After God’s Own Heart” by Elizabeth George.  In Titus 2:4, it talks about “loving your children”.  On page 138, Elizabeth gave a great explanation on what that’s supposed to mean.

“…The Greek language has several words for love. Agapeo is the kind of love God has for us as His children.  He loves us inspite of our sin; He loves us unconditionally; and He loves us regardless and no matter what.  And certainly we mothers are to extend this kind of godly love to our children.

But phileo is the word God chose to convey mother-love here in Titus 2:4.  Phileo love is affectionate love, a love that cherishes its object.  It is friendship love, a love that enjoys children, a love that likes them! God calls parents to build the family on a foundation of biblical teaching, instruction, and discipline.  The home gains a heart, however, when parents not only love their children but like them as well.”

This week as I read this chapter, I was really challenged.  I’ve found myself slipping into worldly love.  Not really liking my children some days.  Really being annoyed with the little things they do.  But they’re only children.  They’re not even 2 and 4- and they do not have the Holy Spirit inside of them.  Yet, I do.  So I was convicted that I’ve got to pray to really LOVE my husband and children.  To allow God to work in me, for this type of love is so unnatural.  This year, my prayer is that you and I may learn to really love others like Christ loves us.

Acts 16:14, 15- “One of them was Lydia from Thyatira, a merchant of expensive purple cloth. She was a worshiper of God. As she listened to us, the Lord opened her heart, and she accepted what Paul was saying. She was baptized along with other members of her household, and she asked us to be her guests. ‘If you agree that I am faithful to the Lord,’ she said, ‘come and stay at my home.’ And she urged us until we did.

Lydia

This business has been such a neat opportunity for me to create and for me to minister. And at times, I’ve been able to be ministered to through my work. A special customer of mine, Krissy, has been one of those encouragers. And when she requested a custom colorway, in honor of her daughter, I was happy to oblige.

So in honor of Krissy’s custom, I’ve also asked her to write a “guest blog” for this entry. She did a wonderful job. Thank you Krissy!!!

She says, “My grandfather was always very good to us. My parents divorced when I was two and he and my grandmother were always there for us. My dad was absent for many years of my life, so my grandpa stepped in. He was a very kind, gracious man. He was very well known in the community and no one ever had a bad word to say about him. He struggled with Parkinson’s disease for almost 20 years, and my mom cared for him for the last 9 years of his life, after my grandma passed away. We were very close – we’d eat with him a few nights a week, and my husband stopped by the house almost every day to tell him about his work. My husband had taken over a part of my grandpa’s business a few years back, so he would always listen intently to the updates. He was also incredibly interested in my work, frequently asking me what office I’d be working at the next day and if I’d heard any cute stories from the kids I see. Needless to say, even during his later years, my grandpa remained a caring, devoted man.

Unfortunately, in September 2006, he contracted a blood infection. A week after going into the hospital, he passed. Although I knew he wasn’t suffering anymore, I was so sad that he would not be able to meet his first great-grandchild, who, we were told, was going to be a girl. We wanted so badly to remember him somehow, as he was the best man my husband and I had ever known. His name was Ivor, so we knew that name just wouldn’t work for a little girl! He joked with us when we found out we were having a girl, saying we could name her “Ivorine” or “Ivy.” But, in the end, we knew what our daughter’s name needed to be – Lydia, after his mother. His mother, Lydia, was an amazing woman. She and my great-grandfather started a plumbing business in our town. She was seen as the brains behind the operation and while she was a great businesswoman, especially in her time, she was incredibly sweet and nice as well, or so I’ve heard. She only had one child, my grandfather, and she would have loved to have had more my mom tells me. Her first name was Lydia; last name was Lee – hence, our daughter’s name! When my grandfather was in the hospital, shortly before he became unresponsive to us, my husband and I decided to tell him we would be naming our daughter Lydia. We know he understood as he was looking at us and his heart rate went up! He was the only one who knew her name before she was born.

When we decided on the name Lydia, we went to the Bible as well. I wanted to know about Lydia in the Bible, although she is only mentioned twice, both in the book of Acts (Acts 16:13-15 and 40). Apparently, she was a dealer of purple cloth. It was assumed that she was a wealthy businesswoman, as purple cloth was expensive and valuable – it was seen as a sign of nobility or royalty. As soon as Paul shared the message of Jesus Christ and she heard it, she believed. She was baptized right away, along with members of her household. Her husband was not mentioned, so it was thought she was a widow. She believed wholeheartedly and she invited Paul and his companions to stay in her home. It has been said that as soon as Lydia believed in Him, she went to work for Him.

This colorway came about after I started looking for some yarn to match some of Lydia’s clothes in her closet. They were a few of my favorite pieces, and I just could not find the color combination of navy/pink/green. Lamar and I began to correspond and thought perhaps a “Lydia” colorway was in order. However, we agreed that in order to pay homage to Lydia from the Bible, there had to be some purple in the colorway as well.

My husband and I feel that God has truly blessed us and has allowed us to have such amazing people touch our lives. My grandfather, for constantly displaying the qualities of dedication, integrity, class, and unconditional love throughout a life of gains and losses. He remained steadfast and persevered in a way that continues to leave me in awe. My great-grandmother, for starting with her husband a business that would carry on throughout the generations and provide opportunities for us all to give back to the community. Our sweet daughter, Lydia, who has been the greatest gift either one of us has ever known. We pray that she incorporates into her life the qualities of her great-grandmother, as well as Lydia in the Bible, and thanks God each and every day for the blessings he has bestowed upon her. And of course, dear Lamar. Her work has inspired a creative resurgence for me that arrived at just the perfect time in my life. I so appreciate her talents, love for the Lord, and willingness to share her devotion and vision with others. THANK YOU, LAMAR!!”

Titus 2:3-5 “Older women likewise are to be reverent in their behavior, not malicious gossips nor enslaved to much wine, teaching what is good, so that they may encourage the young women to love their husbands, to love their children, to be sensible, pure, workers at home, kind, being subject to their own husbands, so that the word of God will not be dishonored.”

This colorway is lovingly named for the head Mentor in our MOPS program, where I am on the steering team. Wilma has willingly served us “young” ladies for 3 years, and over those 3 years, I’ve come to love and admire her greatly. A couple of weeks ago, she wore this lovely sweater that I knew would be a beautiful colorway. It was periwinkle, with purple and black argyle pattern on it. I decided then that I could honor her by naming this yarn after her and telling the world what a wonderful influence she has been to me.

One of my favorite aspects to MOPS is the fact that we have mentors available. This is my 4th year in MOPS and each year, I’ve been blessed with an amazing mentor. I’ve had opportunities to get to know four older women, and each of these women and all of our mentors embody the command of Titus 2.

Joyce always has a smile and an encouraging word, even despite caring for a sick husband and her own battle with breast cancer. Linda is so gracious and even threw me a surprise baby shower when I was expecting my 2nd baby. Pat is the queen of hospitality. She is always joyful in everything she does. And Wilma- well, her passion for the Lord is evident in everything she does. She serves the Lord and gives to Him out of a willing and obedient heart. And now in my 3rd year on steering, I can honestly say that Wilma has become a “mother of my heart.” She has guided my heart toward the Lord with her words, prayers and actions. I could go on and on about the hearts of our wonderful mentors. Each has been chosen because she displays the characteristics of a Titus 2 woman. And each has served in such an amazing way.

You see, the first part of this verse commands the older women to basically check their behavior. Are they modeling Christ in their lives? If they are not, they can not teach the younger generation. Thankfully, all of the women who have graciously taken on the task of mentoring at MOPS this year (and in the past) have gone above and beyond this call.

The verse then tells the older women to “teach” and “encourage” the younger women to live Godly lives at home. The older women’s times with young children afoot are past. Yet, in mothering themselves (and surviving it) they have grown and gained much wisdom. The mentors are here because they love us, care about us, want to see us flourish in motherhood, and above all- to serve Christ in everything they do.

I think the younger generations of today are missing out by not getting to know our “seasoned” women. Each and every one of these ladies is amazing and wants to bless us in numerous ways. You may or may not have a mentor at your table this year. But each and every one of them still desires to see all of us be fruitful in our lives. So my challenge for you today is to think about this verse. Are you following the commands of God here? If not, who can you turn to who can aid you in your pursuit of the honor of God? Look around today. There are “mentors” available to every young woman. I pray that you may find someone who you can call a “mother of your heart.”

You can learn about a MOPS near you at:  http://www.mops.org/

Psalm 95:1-6 “O come, let us sing for joy to the LORD, Let us shout joyfully to the rock of our salvation. Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving, Let us shout joyfully to Him with psalms. For the LORD is a great God And a great King above all gods, In whose hand are the depths of the earth, The peaks of the mountains are His also. The sea is His, for it was He who made it, And His hands formed the dry land. Come, let us worship and bow down, Let us kneel before the LORD our Maker.”

Thanksgiving

The colors of “Thanksgiving” were inspired by a cornucopia. I found this picture and fell in love with it.
Cornucopia

Thanksgiving is a wonderful tradition in my family.  My grandparents lived about 6 hours from my family.  Every year, we saw them on this special holiday.  We ate well and enjoyed the company of family members we hadn’t seen in a long time.  The last couple of years, my dad has instituted a new tradition.  Each member of the family goes around the table and tells what they’ve been thankful for that year.  It added a new and wonderful element to the already great holiday.

This year, I had an rough time with some post partem depression.  It was a rough time for me and my family.  I really struggled with my thought life.  A dear friend of mine was there to give me some perspective.  He told me to make a list of ALL the things I was thankful for.  To meditate on these things.  I did it.  And though it not ‘cure’ my depression, it sure helped me gain a better perspective and start to work my way out of the pit.

Honestly, there are really hard seasons of life.  Each of us has our own struggles to go through.  But even in the worst circumstances, there are still things I can be thankful for.  One of my modern day heroes is a lady named Joni Eareckson Tada.

She has a ministry at http://www.joniandfriends.org/  Basically she was in a diving accident  in 1967 and it left Mrs. Tada a quadriplegic in a wheelchair, unable to use her hands. During two years of rehabilitation, she spent long months learning how to paint with a brush between her teeth. Her high detail fine art paintings and prints are sought after and collected.  To hear her, you’d never know.  She is one of the most up-beat, chipper, God seeking people I have ever heard.

She could have every reason to be bitter, but instead she finds joy in each day.  She helps others who are unable to help themselves.  She ministers to her caretakers.  She can’t even scratch her own nose if it itches, yet she’s thankful for each and every day.

I have so much to be thankful.  All throughout the scriptures, God commands us to be thankful and come to Him with thanksgiving in our heart.  I truly believe, that if we choose to be thankful for everything we have and are, we will experience the fullness of life that God intended for us to have.  What and who can you be thankful for today?

2 Corinthians 5:17- “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.”


This colorway is actually inspired by some of the traveling that my husband and I have done. When we were very newly pregnant with our oldest daughter, we went to Australia for 3 weeks. We went to the Daintree Rainforest. We encountered the most beautiful blue and black butterfly there, the Ulysses. It was amazing.

Shortly thereafter, we went to Costa Rica. While at a butterfly conservatory, we were surrounded by hundreds of Blue Morpho Butterflies. They are also that striking blue and black. You can click on it to see it bigger!!

Blue morpho butterfly

You know how in school, we learn about the process of metamorphosis?  This caterpillar  is crawling around one day, spins himself up a cocoon, and emerges a butterfly.  Though it is the same being, he is no longer the same creature.  How does this occur?  We know what happens, but only God can make this creature become something totally different.

What is so neat, is that through the power of His son, Jesus, we can also become new creatures in Christ.  I know that in my former self, I was a mess.  I desperately love my children, but all I have to do is look at them and see my former self.  My 3 year old daughter has such a hard time sharing, and being kind to her sister.  Her entire being is truly selfish.  Though she’ll have selfless moments, she really is very self centered.  That is part of her sinful self.  She can never truly be selfless without the help of her Creator.   That is why the Christian life is so powerful.

At one time, I was like my children.  And then I realized my need for a savior.  I understood that Christ was the only perfect man to ever live and that He laid down his life willingly, so that I might have restored communion with a Holy God again.  And in accepting his gift to me, he in return made me a new person and sealed me with the Holy Spirit.  Just like that butterfly, I was made new.  Now I am not claiming perfection.  However, my motives and desires were changed at that moment.  I understood things that I could have not understood before.  And I am so grateful for this new life.

Much like the butterfly…  He has experienced flight. He is beautiful.  He is light as air and carefree.  Do you think he’d ever want to return to his little fat, crawling, caterpillar self?  I think not.  Nor would I.  I long for everyone to experience this amazing “Metamorphosis” in Christ.  If you ever have any questions about my faith or experiencing a personal relationship with Jesus, please email me.

Psalm 128:1-6 ” How blessed is everyone who fears the LORD, Who walks in His ways. When you shall eat of the fruit of your hands, You will be happy and it will be well with you. Your wife shall be like a fruitful vine Within your house, Your children like olive plants Around your table. Behold, for thus shall the man be blessed Who fears the LORD. The LORD bless you from Zion, And may you see the prosperity of Jerusalem all the days of your life. Indeed, may you see your children’s children. Peace be upon Israel!”

Fruitful Vine

I love this verse. I guess I am a bit old-fashioned. I stay at home with my children. I cloth diaper them. I breastfeed. I knit and sew and crochet. (And of course, dye yarn!) But I also believe in classic ideals. I love the idea of fearing the Lord. Not like a hungry lion who is about to devour his prey, but more like a young Marine who enlists and a senior official comes on deck. There is a fear, awe and respect for the position and person. That type of fear creates reverence. And in this I fear the Lord.

I am the “Fruitful Vine” this verse talks about. The wife, within the house. The Lord is constantly working on me in this area. I feel like I am a vine with very little fruit. Though I am at the house, I often am not tending to the things of the house. It’s been over this summer that the Lord has been convicting me. I need to be content to be where He has called me to be: at home. I need to tend to the little “olive plants” around my table so that they may grow up into strong trees. They are only little once. They can only receive this type of instruction while they are young. It is not only my responsibility and duty, but my primary calling in life to nourish those in my home. I desire to train my little “olives” to become all that God desires for them to be.

This path is rather difficult for me. It takes a lot for God to work this way. You see, by nature, I am a very messy person. But my oldest daughter responds so much better to organization and order. My youngest is already trying to clean, at 15 mo. So part of teaching my children, is also teaching myself. I am so glad that the Lord is patient with me and that He has revealed this to me while they are young. I have been working diligently this summer to do a better job of being “in my home” while at home. Hopefully, I’ll be able to teach them and instruct them so that they may grow up to be “fruitful vines” in their own homes.


Genesis 1: 11-13 ;2:8-9 “Then God said, “Let the earth sprout vegetation, plants yielding seed, and fruit trees on the earth bearing fruit after their kind with seed in them”; and it was so. The earth brought forth vegetation, plants yielding seed after their kind, and trees bearing fruit with seed in them, after their kind; and God saw that it was good. There was evening and there was morning, a third day.”…
“The LORD God planted a garden toward the east, in Eden; and there He placed the man whom He had formed. Out of the ground the LORD God caused to grow every tree that is pleasing to the sight and good for food; the tree of life also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.”

This colorway is one of my “Days of Creation” series.

Day 3- Part 2!

This colorway actually came from a lei I got at a MOPS retreat. I’ve been staring at the colors for months now. I love the way they go together. It made me think of Hawaii. I’ve seen pictures of the lush vegetation there. I would really like to visit there someday.

Eden is often a place I’ve often thought about. It was this garden that God planted for Adam and Eve to enjoy themselves in. And God caused “every tree that was pleasing to the sight” to grow there. Can you imagine the beauty of it? I’m not sure I can.

God wants us to know him in everything. Even the plants shout out that they were loving made by a creator. I found 2 incredible articles from Answers in Genesis. One is on orchids and how complex they are and point to a creator. http://www.answersingenesis.org/creation/v19/i1/orchids.asp
The other is “God’s little green machines” by by John V. Collyer

http://www.answersingenesis.org/creation/v16/i3/machines.asp

“God’s little green machines all run on solar power. Long before man discovered how to harness solar power, the Creator had installed miniature ‘solar panels’ in every green leaf.

We sow a seed. The seed is programmed to remain dormant until water and warmth are available. With moisture the stored food in the seed becomes soluble and growth begins.

First, little roots go down seeking more water. Then little leaves come up searching for light and air, exposing their surfaces at right angles to the sun. Another of God’s little green machines has come to life, instructed by the miniature program within it.

The leaves expand, and expose their solar panels to the light for energy to power the chemical factories within each leaf that marvelously combine air and water to form sugars. This amazing process has been taking place ever since the Creator said, ‘Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding see, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, whose seed is in itself’ (Genesis 1:11)

In this incredible process called photosynthesis, solar energy is used to manufacture chemicals, whereby sunlight falls on the green cells in the leaf, empowering them to make such chemical changes as splitting molecules of water into their components oxygen and hydrogen. The oxygen is released into the air for us to breath, while the hydrogen is used in the making of sugars as it is combined with carbon dioxide from the air.

This whole wonderful process (infinitely more complex than this simple explanation) is being performed while ever the sun shines, all over the world, by countless numbers of God’s little green machines. It has proved to be beyond the ability of the most skilful scientists to replicate. They, and we, marvel, at the wonder of it, and if we are wise, learn the lesson that it teaches.

This process, the basis of all our food supply, was created before any animals were placed on earth, and is evidence of the practical loving care of the Creator for His creatures. His ‘green machines’ are a universal reminder of the fact of divine creation, and that day three, when plants were created, was quickly followed by day four when the sun took over the task of providing energy for God’s plants.”

I hope the next time you see a beautiful garden, you don’t overlook the details God has placed before you.  He has shown you some of Him in His own special way!

Psalm 92:1-5 “1 It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to your name, O Most High; to declare your steadfast love in the morning, and your faithfulness by night, to the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre. For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work; at the works of your hands I sing for joy. How great are your works, O Lord! Your thoughts are very deep! “

Morning Glory

“Morning Glory” is such a special colorway to me. It was one of the original ones that led to my dyeing adventures. I wanted my oldest daughter to wear wool, but what we already had in the house was “too hurty”. A super kind mama sent us some undyed wool. Since at the time, I was just using food dyes, I let her help. She had a blast with the first one we did. So here’s she is in round 2.
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Now, this is no longer the method I use for my dyeing. She does not help. However, she is always remembered as I dye. We just gave her a paint brush and let her go to town. She had a blast and always refers to the shorties as the “yarn we made.”

This is the finished product.

Morning Glory (original)

Today’s version is a bit different than the original. I lightened up the purple, and it has more merigolds and oranges in it. The colors are much more rich and vibrant. And there is none of the yuck that happens when yellow and purple meet!

I came up with the name Morning Glory when looking for inspiration. Someone suggested that it was the colors of a morning glory flower. It also happens to be the birth flower for my birthday month. I got to thinking about the double meaning, how it also represents the amazing sunrises. Our God is not shy in displaying His glory! I just look around everywhere and see evidence of Him and the work of His hands. That’s why this was so special. It was the first colorway that I had dyed that was named in honor of the Lord.

I pondered on naming it for God. I had been struggling a bit with feeling close to the Lord for a little while. All of the sudden, I started thinking about Him constantly. I looked at the world with new eyes. A couple of weeks later, I was in church and was following along in the Bible, and “names” just popped out at me. Instantly, I knew what colors I’d translate them on to yarn. It’s as if God gave me a pair of color glasses and naming glasses and I could really see. The world transformed in front of me and so did my faith. I found myself longing to spend time in the Bible. I longed to see the ultimate artist at work. I found myself admiring the colors in nature. I found myself in awe of God in a whole new way!

What passion overtook my soul. I had a vision and a new meaning. I look forward to spending time with Him, learning from Him and growing in Him. I felt a very distinct call to a ministry. I felt as if I had to share the truths God was revealing to me in my dyeing and researching, therefore I created this blog to go along with my business. I love being able to share the things God is teaching me and creating beauty that is found in His word. Each and every colorway I create will have a verse and meaning found in the Bible. I actually think that I’ll have an endless supply of ideas. The Bible is a very big book and takes place over a very long period of time. I am so pleased that I can serve Him in something that I love. He is my “Morning Glory”!

John 15: 4,5 & 8: Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me. I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing… By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples.

The Vine & Branches
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Originally done to match a beautiful cherry blossom fabric I had, “The Vine & Branches” is dyed as a pair of colorways. Both “Abiding Fruit” and “The Vine & Branches” are done in browns, turquoise, green and varying shades of purple. “The Vine & Branches” has much more browns in the colorway. This is one of the original colorways that catapulted me into the yarn-dyeing business. So it is a special yarn to me.

In fact, this colorway is what we’d refer to as a happy accident. I was very new to the yarn dyeing process. I didn’t really know that much about how to get specific colors and how to control the placement of where it went. I was attempting to match the fabric that resulted in “Abiding Fruit”, and it turned out like this. But I liked it just as much.