Well, SHABBY DENIM ROSE WEBSITE is no more but I will continue to blog as times goes on. I thank God for the time He gave me to try to sell my handmade items. I had so much fun!!! There is no greater feeling than being able to create something with your own hands. Afterall God put that creative power in us when He created us with His own hands.
I met so many wonderful people while having Shabby Denim Rose website, and got to even bless some soldiers now and then through the year, but that season is over.
We still wait patiently for God to give us another home after Ike hit, but this is truly another time in my life that I will have to Make a Quit from the Scraps of Life!! This time it is without sewing. It will be with my heart that I will have to capture the treasure of the scraps of life. I wonder at my age what is left, what is next for me? Only time will tell!!
HE SURELY GIVES AND TAKES AWAY, BUT MY HEART CHOOSES TO SAY BLESSED BE THE NAME OF THE LORD GOD!
Monday, October 20, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
I WILL PRAISE HIM IN THIS STORM!
A tree fell on my double wide mobile home right in the bedroom! We most likely would have been killed. Needless to say I was in a state of shock at first, but after all, all that I have belongs to the Lord anyway. I will go salvage all that I can and live with our daughter for awhile.
Although I do grieve some that I will not get to sew for months and won't be able to make my Marine a quilt this winter as planned, I will just go on and Praise Him because He had other plans for my life. This is just another "When life gives you scraps just make a quilt" in my life.
I will be able to live with my daughter and keep my little grandson for a few months while she works. So scraps again can be turned into blessings!!! My sweet grandbaby brings so much joy to our lives. I need those moments of joy through these moments of tears right now through this storm of my life.
So far as I have heard the Lord spared all of our neighbors, friend's,and children's lives and homes! So He is a good God!
Monday, September 1, 2008
Another Birthday deployed!
Well, this month my grandson has another birthday while deployed. This will be his 22nd. I miss him and all the fun birthday parties we used to have for him. I can hardly wait to do that again, but will have to wait another year.
My heart aches for our many heroes who serve our country while they spend their birthday in the Military oversees. Most our heroes begin at 18 or 19 years old and spend their 21st birthday guarding, suffering, or fighting all in the name of serving our country and families.
Most 21 years old celebrate their birthday here in the U.S. and so glad they finally made it to manhood. But these young heroes have been a man for years in their duties and responsibilities, and some will not even live to see their 21st birthday. I pray for them everyday and wish all could come home safe and sound. But I thank God for such heroes who kept our country free so that 21 year olds here can celebrate and have a good time and even have their own opinions.
I am in the process of making another quilt again this year for a winter Marine in Iraq. This time it is a female marine. Yes, our wonderful women serve too!!!!
This poem below was written by a Marine so I thought I would share in honor of our heroes:
THE MARINE
We all came together,Both young and old To fight for our freedom,To stand and be bold. In the midst of all evil,We stand our ground,And we protect our country From all terror around. Peace and not war,Is what some people say. But I'll give my life,So you can live the American way. I give you the rightTo talk of your peace.To stand in your groups,and protest in our streets. But still I fight on,I don't gripe I don't whine. I'm just one of the peopleWho is doing your time.. I'm harder than nails, Stronger than any machine.I'm the immortal soldier, I'm a U..S. MARINE! So stand in my shoes,And leave from your home. Fight for the people who hate you, With the protests they've shown. Fight for the stranger, Fight for the young. So they all may have, The greatest freedom you've won. Fight for the sick, Fight for the poor Fight for the cripple, Who lives next door. But when your time comes, Do what I've done.F or if you stand up for freedom, You'll stand when the fight's done By: Corporal Aaron M. Gilbert , US Marine CorpsUSS SAIPAN, PERSIAN GULF
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Mission Finished!
Well, the quilt and bibs that I was making for the soldier's baby is finally done!
I created it especially for a Military baby as a gift for Dad to give to his 6 month old son for Christmas. He has never seen him and he wanted to give him something special. He asked if I would make one. Of course I was honored to give of my time and talent to do so.
So after much thought and searching for final material, I completed it. Every stitch that I made, I prayed for the soldier, child, and mom that soon they can be reunited again and God will keep them all safe. I hope this quilt brings some joy to this family in their time of absence from each other.
So off in the mail it goes very soon to be delivered to the baby.
Sometime soon, I hope that I can get another large quilt made again this year to mail to another soldier that is deployed like I did last year to help keep him warm for the winter. I am asking God who I need to make it for.
Friday, July 4, 2008
The Price Of Freedom
Happy 4th of July Everyone! I hope today you are enjoying the blessings of our freedom. Enjoy all the American fun like your watermelon, homemade ice cream and apple pie, grilled hamburgers etc, and fly that flag! We need to do it with a greatful heart before the politically correct people tell us someday that we can't because it might offend someone. Whatever you do, lets do it in honor of those who gave us this freedom and in honor of those defending our freedom now. Today I sew more cooling neckties for our soldiers.
Have you ever wondered what happened to those 56 signers of our Declaration of Independence? Here it is:
Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died. Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned. Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured. Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War. They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor. What kind of men were they? Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated, but theysigned the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penaltywould be death if they were captured. Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his Ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags. Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward. Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton,Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton. At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt. Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months. John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished. Some of us take these liberties so much for granted, but we shouldn't. So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid.
Remember: freedom is never free! I truely thank God for the men or women who paid a price and still are! How about you? HAVE A GREAT DAY! CELEBRATE BEING AN AMERICAN ON THIS JULY 4TH FOR THOSE WHO PAID THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE FOR THEIR SERVICE AND FOR THOSE WHO WISH THEY WERE HOME NOW CELEBRATING WITH THEIR FAMILY!
Have you ever wondered what happened to those 56 signers of our Declaration of Independence? Here it is:
Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died. Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned. Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured. Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War. They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor. What kind of men were they? Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated, but theysigned the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penaltywould be death if they were captured. Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his Ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags. Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward. Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton,Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton. At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt. Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months. John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished. Some of us take these liberties so much for granted, but we shouldn't. So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid.
Remember: freedom is never free! I truely thank God for the men or women who paid a price and still are! How about you? HAVE A GREAT DAY! CELEBRATE BEING AN AMERICAN ON THIS JULY 4TH FOR THOSE WHO PAID THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE FOR THEIR SERVICE AND FOR THOSE WHO WISH THEY WERE HOME NOW CELEBRATING WITH THEIR FAMILY!
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Missed one of my soldiers
I am trusting that everyone is enjoying the Summer so far! I just got back from a trip to visit my daughter's 3 dogs! My hubby and I kept them for a week while the family went on vacation to New York City. God gives us all kinds of opportunities to bless others!
I was sad though to find out that while I was gone, I missed meeting one of my special soldiers. He came to my church to meet me. He was home on leave from Iraq and wanted to come meet me in person and thank me for the quilt that I made him while he was in Iraq and mailed to him. He did tell my Pastor that he would return before he had to go back to his base because he had to meet me.
So now I am anxiously waiting each church service to see if he will walk in, although I don't even know yet what he looks like. His home town is 75 miles away. I guess in God's perfect timing, I will meet him. But it was such a blessing just to know that he wanted to meet me and to know that another one has made it back to U.S. safe!
Next week, I finish the rest of the cooling neckties for the soldiers, then I will begin to make another quilt.
I was sad though to find out that while I was gone, I missed meeting one of my special soldiers. He came to my church to meet me. He was home on leave from Iraq and wanted to come meet me in person and thank me for the quilt that I made him while he was in Iraq and mailed to him. He did tell my Pastor that he would return before he had to go back to his base because he had to meet me.
So now I am anxiously waiting each church service to see if he will walk in, although I don't even know yet what he looks like. His home town is 75 miles away. I guess in God's perfect timing, I will meet him. But it was such a blessing just to know that he wanted to meet me and to know that another one has made it back to U.S. safe!
Next week, I finish the rest of the cooling neckties for the soldiers, then I will begin to make another quilt.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Another month! Another Blessing!
Well, here it is another month gone. The weather is so hot here and only the first part of June!! It feels like mid-summer. Staying inside most of the day seems to be all we can do now since the humidity and heat is so bad. It isn't even Summer yet!
I am so thankful that I was blessed with a nice sewing machine that I have to keep me busy while inside. Last week, I spent several days dressing up and re-doing 2 of my denim shirts. I am still trying to find supplies to finish one of them.
Now I am in the middle of the project of making the Cooling NeckBands for the Troops. It is so hot for them right now, and I want to give them some relief.
I got a surprise email last week from one of my men that I had never met or even knew if he got any of my things that I sent him. I always sign everything I do as Mammaw Lillian. So I am Mammaw to many. It doesn't even matter if I never hear from them. I will just keep on doing it but I was so blessed to see that he was touched. It makes it all it worth while. I just wish that I could do for all the heroes out there. They are so special!
Here is the letter he sent me:
Mammaw Lillian,
I'm Alexander. Your husband met my mother at the post office while she was waiting to send me a package, and after that you started sending cookies and letters to me and my unit. I didn't get the opportunity to write you while I was there, but I wanted to send an e-mail now to let you know that you made a difference. My company knew who you were. We would share the cookies when they came in the mail. Your letters and packages made me happy. It's hard to describe what it's like over there. Sometimes it's hard to breathe because it feels like everything you know and care about, your life, is slipping away from you. Despite the similarities, the distance has a different quality than being out of sight and earshot of the people you love. You are away from them in both situations, but there's a kind of finality when you say 'goodbye' and go to war instead of work or home. After that, I tried to convince myself that they weren't already moving on, but I couldn't. You sent me more mail than most of my immediate family. You took the time to put packages together for me and my company. It kept our spirits high and helped remind me that there are still people that care enough about us to try to make things better. I'm grateful, and I'll never forget the time and effort you invested in me. Thank you. Be safe, Mammaw.
-Alexander
I am so thankful that I was blessed with a nice sewing machine that I have to keep me busy while inside. Last week, I spent several days dressing up and re-doing 2 of my denim shirts. I am still trying to find supplies to finish one of them.
Now I am in the middle of the project of making the Cooling NeckBands for the Troops. It is so hot for them right now, and I want to give them some relief.
I got a surprise email last week from one of my men that I had never met or even knew if he got any of my things that I sent him. I always sign everything I do as Mammaw Lillian. So I am Mammaw to many. It doesn't even matter if I never hear from them. I will just keep on doing it but I was so blessed to see that he was touched. It makes it all it worth while. I just wish that I could do for all the heroes out there. They are so special!
Here is the letter he sent me:
Mammaw Lillian,
I'm Alexander. Your husband met my mother at the post office while she was waiting to send me a package, and after that you started sending cookies and letters to me and my unit. I didn't get the opportunity to write you while I was there, but I wanted to send an e-mail now to let you know that you made a difference. My company knew who you were. We would share the cookies when they came in the mail. Your letters and packages made me happy. It's hard to describe what it's like over there. Sometimes it's hard to breathe because it feels like everything you know and care about, your life, is slipping away from you. Despite the similarities, the distance has a different quality than being out of sight and earshot of the people you love. You are away from them in both situations, but there's a kind of finality when you say 'goodbye' and go to war instead of work or home. After that, I tried to convince myself that they weren't already moving on, but I couldn't. You sent me more mail than most of my immediate family. You took the time to put packages together for me and my company. It kept our spirits high and helped remind me that there are still people that care enough about us to try to make things better. I'm grateful, and I'll never forget the time and effort you invested in me. Thank you. Be safe, Mammaw.
-Alexander
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