A Great Big Smooch!

This morning, my husband comes into our bedroom and says in an immediately suspicious tone, “Check your email when you have a minute.” So of course I do, and what do I find? This:

From: “Storenvy.com” <noreply@storenvy.com>
Date: May 20, 2012 8:03:56 AM PDT
To: “mrolsen333@gmail.com” <mrolsen333@gmail.com>
Subject: You’ve made a sale! <———    <———  <———

I made a sale!

Let me tell you, I was pretty darn excited. In lieu of editing the book, crafting has been put on the back burner, and it’s been quite a while since I’ve made or sold something.

If you are not familiar with Crafting Water and you would like to know what it is and how it came to be, on the home page of this blog, up at the very top in the header, there you will find a link for both Crafting Water and Living Water International.

In short, however, I make homemade items — home-decor and hair accessories — and when something is sold, I keep enough to cover the cost of supplies and shipping, and give the remaining proceeds to Living Water International. This charity is phenomenal. Their efforts are widespread, but great attention is put toward getting clean drinking water to those forced to seek hydration from ponds and swamps infested with malaria. If interested, you can learn more about getting involved with this organization through the link at the top.

Anyhow  . . .

When I looked to see just who was this wonderful person who had purchased an item, I saw it was none other than Lori! In case you don’t know Lori, which I suggest you rectify immediately, she can be found here: http://blessyourhippieheart.wordpress.com/

Lori and I met here on WordPress. She is one of the relationships that are rare, that go beyond the norm, and one I will forever be grateful for having in my life. Lori, for lack of a better word, is delicious. Yes, an odd choice of adjective, but it’s fitting and I’m keeping it. She is cinnamon and sugar and molasses and caramel. I adore Lori.

In my excitement, I didn’t even pay attention to what item she had purchased. When I saw it was the Antique Ivory Wreath, I was grinning from ear to ear.

One of my favorites, this wreath took me weeks to make. Every circle is hand cut. It was most definitely labor, and I wanted someone very special to have it. Knowing where it’s going, I couldn’t have imagined a better owner for my labor of love.

To show my gratitude and appreciation to Lori, what I really wanted to do was give her a great big hug and a kiss; but seeing how she lives in Texas, I quickly realized this wasn’t going to happen.

Or was it . . .

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Kenya Bound

This morning, my best friend is on my mind . . .

She leaves for Kenya in roughly a month and a half, and will be gone for a whole year. I am bursting at the seams with pride. This woman, this impassioned follower of Christ, is giving up every comfort she knows to lay down her will before His, and serve His people among a third-world country. I will also admit now that, selfishly, I don’t want her to leave. I will miss her greatly. While we do not see one another as often as I would like, Amanda is like the extra rich canister of cocoa you keep in the back of your pantry; you don’t drink it every day, but should you be in need of something satisfying and restorative, it’s there waiting for you. I am thrusting my selfish heart to the floor, zip-locking my sadness, and focusing on the Good and Light, both of which are Amanda and God’s call for her life.

Kenya, in itself, is a beautiful country; the people, the landscape, the culture — it’s brimming with life and vitality. There are pockets of this wild and unindustrialized land that are prospering and thriving. The people are healthy. The children are being educated. Lives are being changed for the better. These advancements have much to do with people, missionaires like Amanda, who generously and selflessly give of themselves . . . for free.

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I Hear You Knocking

Recently I finished reading “Garden Spells” by Sarah Addison Allen. I cannot tell you how good it felt to finish a book in its entirety. The fear I might possibly have resorted to reading the same ten books for the rest of my life was a bit disconcerting. Then again, do Eliot’s or Dickinson’s poems ever grow trite with repetition? Does heroism, true love, adventure, or the defeat of Good and against evil become a burden to read?

As expected, “Garden Spells” was a lovely read, leaving me completely satisfied as the story drew to a savory close; loose ends tied, plot neatly extricated, characters grown and developed people, having risen above what or whom hindered them from love and happiness. This isn’t another post about how wonderful a writer I believe Sarah Addison Allen to be, however. Not directly, anyway.

Do you remember my mentioning Sarah’s penchant for endowing each of her characters with a “thing” ? Well, I reached no further than eight pages before I was introduced to Evanelle (For those of you fretting a spoil, I assure you this will not impair the unraveling of this character’s quirk.) Waverly. Evanelle Waverly is, perhaps, my favorite character in this book; though I don’t believe she would be considered a M/C.

Evanelle is well into her seventies, nearly eighty, and we are told, looks to be about a hundred a twenty. This numerical inconsequent is superimposed by her spunk, tenacity, and a bawdy predilection for firm — male — tushes. *smiling* What’s not to love about a dirty old lady, right? Evanelle is also clever, intelligent, compassionate, feisty, and accursed with urges. We all have been there. In fact, just the other night — or was it morning by then? — I was laying in bed reading, my husband’s snores rustling the picture frames against the walls, and suddenly I was overcome with a compelling desire; one that led me tiptoeing down the hallway, past the doors of my slumbering family-members, and into the pre-dawning kitchen.

Cereal.

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Cause We Can — One for One Movement

Hi, Friends,

I’m hunkering down inside today. The weather, at least, isn’t taunting me with sunny skies and warm air. It’s perfectly awful outside and I’m loving it.

Somehow – prayers would be lovely — I injured my foot, and am unable to walk very well. I’ll skip the part where I teared up last night and moaned like a baby seal, and get to the good stuff. What better way to spend my time, then posting about something I’m passionate about.

Giving.

There seems to be a strong misconception that supporting a cause means you must drain your wallet or endure monthly drop-offs of unwanted junk at your doorstep.

This simply isn’t so.

Meet our family of TOMS.

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