36 Quilts in 12 Months

God...

I don't have any pictures of God. Hold on a second, maybe I do. We can focus on all the negative energy or we see and watch small things. 

The little amazing things in life. 

Going through the box, I came across this. 

God...

"I think how great it must be to be God, 

Never changing, omiipresent... with a breathe the ablitily to ceate or destroy.

then I remember quite simply, how my heart bleeds in unforgiving atonement from the existent of one being and why I sit in church to fill the void only someone as big as God can fill. and for the first time in years I cry in realization of the pain HE feels because of me... yet he forgives.

I picture Him bleeding water and carrying the burden of man on his shoulders, not one man but all that have lived and will live. I hear the cries of people blaming Him for the destruction of the world, the poverty, the war, the hate, the never ending battle and I understand for the first time in years how selfish we are for hating Him.

I think how lucky I am to understand such a thought, what I have in knowing Him as I know myself.

I see how pathetic I live my life and I admit to myself, I am nothing in the presence of God, yet HE sees me as a child, HIS child. A forgiven child.

I think once more how great it must be to be God, yet how hard, yet HE is the only one that can do it."

Yes, this is my writing and it has been copyrighted. I wrote that in 1997. 

I also wrote this...

"Mom...

I remember when I was small enough to sit on my Mom's lap and nothing was quite as soft as the touch of her hand pulling my hair past my ear into my idea of a perfect ponytail."

Also copyrighted. 

Yes I LOVE my MOM. My Dad as well. Unfortunately no news on my quilts. I have this though...

May your spools always be full...

and your dogs always smiling...

As Always, 

Traci(ee), Tod and Cooper

Pandora's box...

Let's just say, I opened Pandora's box and have been processing it for quite some time. There are days I merely close it because some of it can be pretty brutal. Today however, I've found more joy in it than normal and no curses. 

Where it all began. Four children, on a farm in Missouri.

My two Uncles, my Aunt and my Mom. Little did any of them know how their lives would change when the youngest niece and granddaughter pop out. I always tell people I was born into this world pissing people off. My Dad lost the tax right off by mere hours, doctor missed the Rose Bowl and my Mom passed out. I say - I was born into this world being exactly what God intended me to be. 

Traci(ee) with no dull moments. 

Who wants dull moments anyway!? 

Took me 45 years to finally admit and accept that I am an artist. To not be embarrassed how my mind works or my heart. 

I am who I am and I LOVE giraffes. More tomorrow, busy day of sewing, cleaning and laundry. Every thing works out in the end. 

As always, 

Traci(ee), Tod and Cooper