Fresh little DragonEaters

Just refreshing my shop and putting a few special orders in there too.  Two little DragonEater bibs with wings and all.  Giving the Angel-wings a little competition.

 

 

 

Remember the post about 'To Boston With Love'?

Remember this post about the 'To Boston With Love' opportunity that I participated in?

 

Well, it was installed in the Modern Fine Arts, Boston Museum this past weekend and looks amazing!!!  The total number on contributors was 1756 from all around the world!  The dreamer of this little endeavour was Berene Campbell from Vancouver and a member of the Vancouver Modern Quilter's Guild of which I also belong. I happen to be #27.  They are up to 70 members now and will be celebrating their third birthday in June.  Or should I say 'we are celebrating?'  It's time I belong.

 

We heard the story of how it all started from a simple little dream... yes a real dream that Berene had just after the Boston Marathon bombing that she explains about here.  Recap (not nearly as interesting as Berene's)... she dreamt that she had made a little flag and sent it to Boston.  When she woke up she realised that this was a really special idea but she didn't know anyone in Boston so she connected with the movers and shakers at the VMQG and they knew of a woman named Amy Friend.  A hook up happened... some emails were sent giving dimensions and some specifics and the clarification that absolutely anyone could make a flag.  I'm still a bit nervous about joining in the challenges at the VMQG but thought this was a really good cause and I could only do my best.  So my angel wing applique was born and created and delivered.  Through a series of events which I won't explain here, it turned out that the MFA Boston was willing to have these flags in the museum as an installation that would go up the Saturday of the Memorial Day weekend and the day that the Boston marathon participants who had not been able to finish the marathon because of the bombings were invited to come back to the city to complete their run.  One blog posting about the invitation to make flags led to another and another and wrapped it's cyber arms around the world ending with Berene and Amy laden with 1756 flags and heading into the museum with the huge task of dreaming up how to install.  Many of us hooked up to both of their instagram feeds and watched the consistent postings of the progression of the installation. 

 

My flag contribution looked like this close up.

 

 

Below is part of the installation and if you look really, really close you will see a red square and in the centre of that square is my flag... breathing distance from a genuine Chihuley - the glass tree  called "Lime Green Icicle Tower" in the Shapiro Family Courtyard.    I can see my flag quivering with excitement! This installation will be up until July 07.



 

 

Prayin' for me

Someone was praying for me today.  I felt it in my bones and between my shoulders. It was not a day of crisis or extra distress... no outstanding reason.  My task was simple.  To sew little blankets for little bodies somewhere in a country where these items will be cherished gifts that never will be repaid.  Someone was praying for me today as I chose threads, and stitches, and pressed each cover slowly with a steam iron.  No loud applause, no banner in the sky.  I just knew that Jesus walked in with a chisel in his hand, glanced my way, and smiled.  I think His asks sometimes have this resonance of peace.  Assurance that while I delight in this simple effort, He is carving out the universe with the same calmness.  Confidence in what the right thing it is to do.  Someone was praying for me today.  His presence gave assurance that though many things have been lost because of pride, of poor decisions, of politics mistaken for godly leading will never be lost on Him.  He does not need the platform. He does not need the noise.   Someone was praying for me today.  Asking on my behalf.  I don't want to leave today.

Poetry

 

Psalm 124:7&8

A Psalm of Ascent!

 

We escaped like a bird from a hunter’s trap.
The trap is broken, and we are free!

Our help is from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth.

 

Spurgeon's take

"It is sad, to me, that any should trust the Lord with their souls and yet they cannot trust Him for their daily bread, or for help in their daily trials! This must not be! If the Lord has given our soul so great an escape, depend upon it, He will take care of our bodies. He that gave us Jesus will give us food and raiment and let us be content."