Thankfulness

Well it's Thanksgiving again. Happens every year. But why? Why do we spend all of November thanking God for what we have, and then the next month spend the whole time praying for what we want?

Peace

As is often the case, last night I had trouble getting to sleep.  My mind waltzed from one idea to the next, two-stepping through subjects; blissfully unaware of the growing headache its metaphorical pounding feet were sketching across my tired brain.  I eventually decided, now might be a good time to pray.  And so, in my muddled sleep-deprived mind, I said these words: "Lord, please grant me Your peace . . ."  Yes, my prayer kind of trailed off like that, as the Lord and I both paused to stare at each other.  And then I burst into tears.  Quiet tears of course, one doesn't want to wake one's sleeping husband.

Knitting Season

Fall is in full swing here and as the low temperatures roll in, I begin to roll out the yarn.  Yes it's knitting season here in the Gerhardt household!  I learned to knit relatively late in life (as in; teenager) and I can honestly say, I'm not very good.  I envy those that go beyond the average scarf to knit sweaters and socks.  Part of me despises those talented hooligans...  Once it's warm again I can't really justify sitting indoors most of the day.  So the only time I have to practice my knitting is in the fall and winter, which is actually most of year here in Central Oregon.

Creativity

I married into a very creative family.  Everyone in the Gerhardt family is always making something.  Choreographing dances, crocheting blankets, sewing clothes, making short films, taking photos, carving birds; you name it, they do it. (Well, pretty much anyway) Creativity is a very good thing.  I believe that everyone is a little creative, and has the potential to be creative.  We were made in the image of a very creative God, doesn't it make sense that we too are creative. 

Tough Times

I am going through one of the hardest times in my life.  It has gotten to the point where I often find myself curled up in a ball, in tears, with no idea how I got there or what sparked the sadness... Suffice it to say, things are tough.