Staying busy

This has been a good week. I finished one t-shirt quilt for my son, Jr., in Massachusetts. That was picked up and delivered last weekend by another son, Darren. It was fun making the quilt because all the shirts were Harley Davidson shirts, and if you know them, the Harley shirts are beautiful. They are really a joy to quilt. So happy that Jr. is thrilled with the results.

On Wednesday I finished two t-shirt quilts for the grandchildren of a friend. Both were fun to make as the t-shirts I was given told the story of their first ten to twelve years. So the quilts are a hug from their childhood memories that will certainly be treasured for years to come. Their grandmother was thoughtful to have the quilts made. 

Then I continued work on a double quilt for a new graduate. The top has been sewed together and will be quilted when we get home from camp, and after my Tuesday infusion. The quilt should be done and ready to deliver on Wednesday. 

So after last week's moaning and groaning and trip through whining country, I got myself busy and now feel good about my accomplishments. Moral of that story: when feeling down in the dumps, jump into a project or two or three and lift yourself up. No need to wallow. Wallowing doesn't improve anything.

There is so much for which we can feel grateful. And in my prayers, I let go of 'the stuff' that bogs me down and let God get back to guiding my way. Have had spontaneous encouragement from multiple conversations with quilting friends this past week, friends who just happened to call. Then my sisters shared conversations, as well as my sons and hubby. What would I do without them? 

As a special ad-on gift, we connected with a bird, after the sweet thing flew into our front window. Yes, we feed the birds, and the finches have been delightful this spring. They are bright yellow now, but sometimes they do not look where they are flying. Tom rescued this bird from the window sill and for about a half hour we cheered up our little friend. Then he flew away, ready to conquer the day. 

I have learned that if I am in need, I can reach out. Besides, it's the little things...like that bird...that make a difference. I often reach out to my sisters. There's Donna in Indiana. She is so busy and bubbly that when I call, her enthusiasm spills into my life. Before I know it I am excited about what is happening around me. 

Talking to my Chicago sister, Betty, often means texting. She is so caring and kind, and she's a funny speller. We laugh about 'tomatoes' instead of 'tomorrow'. (Inside joke!) I can hear her giggles even through texting.

So guess my post for today is about staying busy, keeping God close in your heart, and reaching out. For me, the responsibility is mine to stay focused on the positive, and to appreciate the God given support that comes when I least expect it. Communicating with the good Lord so often means prayers are answered by you folks 'out there', or a sweet, little bird. I am so grateful to know each one of you, especially as you inspire me to support others who are on a similar journey. 

Signing out and grateful for you all, The quilting cancer girl