Saturday, April 8, 2023

Tell me the old, old story♡


Tell me the old, old story,

Of unseen things above,

Of Jesus and His glory,

Of Jesus and His Love.

Great is Thy faithfulness, Great is Thy faithfulness.
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed, Thy hand has provided,
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me.

In Christ alone my hope is found, He is my Light, my Strength, my Song.

Come now fount of every blessing,

Tune my heart to sing Thy grace.

Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise.

Amazing Grace how sweet the sound,
that saved a wretch like me,
I once was lost, but now am fround,
Was blind but now I see.

This is the day that the Lord hath made,
I will rejoice and be glad in it.

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee,
How great Thou art.

When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
"It is well, it is well with my soul".

I need Thee e'vry hour, Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like Thine
Can peace afford.

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,
Because He lives, all fear is gone,
Because I know, He holds the future,
And life is worth the living,
Just because he lives.

There's something about old hymns that speak to the weary soul. The words, the lyrics, are poetry to my soul; balm to my weary heart. And with every new day there is much being played out on the world stage to cause one to be weary. I love the music to those grand old hymns. I love the cadence of the melodies; the sweetest of harmonies. Melodies which when sung in church the strains soar like sweet angels to the loftiest of places. Truly, is there any sweeter sound than a group of people en masse, singing a hymn?? I'm not only speaking about those grand old hymns, but I love too, the hymns written today. The group Anthem Lights, here and here....comes to mind. They have imagined beautiful new arrangements in medleys of hymns. Celtic Worship, too is a group combining great voices and instrumentals. Such a beautiful and unique sound. I want to jam with these people. In Christ Alone, a new favourite hymn of a lot of people; written by Keith Getty and Stuart Townend in 2001.  Who said hymns are old fashioned?? Certainly not I.

This Easter, I am singing a hymn of thankfulness to Jesus for the gift of new life. There is no greater love than the sacrificial love of Jesus. This Easter, I am singing a hymn of gratefulness for the blessings which He fills my cup with each day. May I sing sweet songs to Him in the good times, the sad times, the difficult times.....those days when everything is a struggle. No matter what season of life I find myself in, may I always sing songs of praise and thankfulness to Jesus♡ "Many things about tomorrow I don't seem to understand; But I know Who holds tomorrow, And I know Who holds my hand."

Tomorrow is Easter Sunday. Later in the evening I will enjoy a little slow stitching on my Flower Meadow quilt. Perhaps I will silently sing a grand old hymn while I stitch. I will ponder Jesus' love for me. How can it be that He should love me, care for me....and you?? 'Tis amazing....when you really think about it.....ponder it. I wonder, those of you lovely lovelies, who are not adverse to singing a hymn or you have a favourite?? My favourite?? I cannot really say, as there are too many which when I sing, speak to my heart♡ There are so many  hymns which are balm to my soul♡ May your Easter Sunday be a blessed one♡ May it be one filled with thankfulness and love♡

Until the next time...

Sunday, April 2, 2023

Just Hexie-ing Along♡

Hello lovely lovelies♡  'Tis Sunday again♡ It is well. It is well with my little world, this sunny, Sunday afternoon. Well, at least it is well with my Flower Meadow quilt. 

I am hexie-ing along again. Just moseying along  preparing  what seems a gazillion little hexies for my Flower Meadow. I've decided that I'm okay with a little asymmetry (well....I think I am) re the sides of my quilt. I'm okay with this quilt being a little skew-whiff. I've thrown my arms up into the air in surrender and decided to listen to my little pretty. I  acquiesced to her small but incessant voice and went with her plea of keeping it simple. All thoughts of grandiose borders have been thrown out the window and my meadow of bright and happy hexie flowers will now be encircled by oodles of green hexies, do-si-doing around and around. I must admit, 'she' was correct. Simple can sometimes be the very best thing. But then, quilts always know what's best, don't they?? One can have a design in one's mind but ultimately the final decision rests with the quilt. Who am I to disagree?? 

The fabric I chose for the border hexies is a soft green batik with just a hint of smudges of tiny watercolour flowers, giving a sense of grass with tiny flowers peeking through. This fabric is leftover from my quilt,  A Stroll Through Pete's Garden. There were a couple of metres left over, just enough (I think.....I hope.....I pray on bended knees) for Flower Meadow. I must say it is the perfect fabric. I rather love the soft, muted look as it causes the flowers to bloom even brighter, if that is at all possible. =) The hexies seem to take the eyes away from this quilt's blight. If you look at some of the photos, especially the collage photo, you can see that in every second horizontal row the flower on the left side of the quilt is half a hexie in to the right. Oh well, such is life.

Shall we have a lookity look at my Flower Meadow's progress??

I know 'tis a bit strange to begin the border before the main body of the quilt is finished but I wanted to see if my thoughts of the little green hexies dancing around the hexie flowers was eye pleasing. I think it is. My eyes don't immediately go to the little blight but they just see the beauty of the flowers and the green border. Also, as I may not have enough of the green border fabric, as I stitch each new row of hexie flowers I will also add the border hexies to each side. The size of this quilt will be determined by the number of green hexies I have. This quilt could very well turn out to be a most interesting size. I feel like a small child counting each hexie. Unlike my inability to comprehend the tessellation pattern of hexies, I am quite adept at counting by ones, twos, threes etc etc. I grasped the concept of counting in kindergarten. After that everything that is maths related is a complete blur! =) 

I have enjoyed a lovely Sunday afternoon sitting in my little sun trap that is The Fernery. Now that cooler days have taken up residence The Fernery is the place to be; to sit, to stitch. Later this evening I will join the happy band of slow stitchers at Kathy's place and be inspired by all that I see. I hope when Sunday comes aknocking at your door it is a lovely one sprinkled with a little beauty♡

Until the next time............