Yarn Along – After Christmas Hats

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On Wednesday’s knitters go to Ginny’s to share all the wonderful projects being worked on, finished, frogged, cried over, and learned from. They also tell what they are reading and a little of the storyline or provoking thoughts. I think it is great. So many books, knitting ideas and hints on how to make knitting more enjoyable.

jan13 after Christmas hats

I have just a couple more of these wide ribbed beanies to knit, then I think  I’m done…………but maybe three nieces’ children might like one; that’s just 6 more. 🙂

Next to cast on is this hat, Chrissy from Leicester, United Kingdom, at Stitched Together is having a KAL — I didn’t want to resist.

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jill draper cake jan13 001I’m using this yarn, pretty, huh?

and then I can go back to knitting  WIP’s

Just finished listening to The Secret Keeper by Kate Morton. I liked it, especially the twist in the ending.

January 9, Today’s thought – God’s Ways

dec31 end 001The Garden after frost, without posts and watering system,
just waiting for the rains to stop
so the ground can dry enough to plow everything under
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Good Morning

from Streams in the Desert, Vol. 1.
I love this devotional. I’m always reminded of how limited and short-sighted I am when compared with the wisdom of God’s plan.

For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways,
and my thoughts than your thoughts. Isaiah 55:8-9

I kept for nearly a year the flask-shaped cocoon of an emperor moth. It is very peculiar in its construction. A narrow opening is left in the neck of the flask through which the perfect insect forces it s way, so that a forsaken cocoon is as entire as one still tenanted, no rupture of the interlacing fibers having taken place. The great disproportion between the means of egress and the size of the imprisoned insect makes one wonder how the exit is ever accomplished at all–and it never is without great labor and difficulty. It is supposed that the pressure to which the moth’s body is subjected in pressure through such a narrow opening is a provision of nature for forcing the juices into the vessels of the wings, these being less developed at the period of emerging from the chrysalis than they are in other insects.
I happened to witness the first efforts of my prison-ed moth to escape from its long confinement. During a whole forenoon, from time to time, I watched it patiently striving and struggling to get out. It never seemed able to get beyond a certain point, and at last my patience was exhausted. Very probably the confining fibers were drier and less elastic than if the cocoon had been left all winter on its native heather, as nature meant it to be. At all events I thought I was wiser and more compassionate than its Maker, and I resolved to give it a helping hand. With the point of my scissors I snipped the confining threads to make the exit just a very little easier, and lo! immediately, and with perfect ease, out crawled my moth dragging a huge swollen body and little shriveled wings. In vain I watched to see that marvelous process of expansion in which these silently and swiftly develop before one’s eyes; and as I traced the exquisite spots and markings of divers colors which were all there in miniature, I longed to see these assume their due proportions and the creature to appear in all its perfect beauty, as it is , in truth, one of the loveliest of its kind. But I looked in vain. My false tenderness had proved its ruin. It never was anything, but a stunted abortion, crawling painfully though that brief life which it should have spent flying through the air on rainbow wings. I have thought of it often when watching with pitiful eyes those who were struggling with sorrow, suffering, and distress; and I would fain cut short the discipline and give deliverance. Short-sighted man! How know I that one of these pangs or groans could be spared? The far-sighted, perfect love that seeks the perfection of its object does not weakly shrink from present transient suffering. Our Father’s love is too true to be weak. Because He loves His children,, He chastises them that they may be partakers of His holiness. With this end in view, He spares not for their crying. Made perfect through sufferings, as the Elder Brother was, the sons of God are trained up to obedience and brought to glory through much tribulation. — Tract.

Female-emperor-moth-Female Emperor moth   —  thebirdsofheaven.blogspot.com

Emperor cocoonEmperor Moth cocoon. Extracted from a heather patch. Butterflyblitz2010.webs.com

Trust God for His compassion . . .Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

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