Finding the Frequency of Heaven

“See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin” Matthew 6:28 NIV

Forget Me Not

For the entire spring, summer and autumn of 2025, I was a wildflower hunter in northern Minnesota. I have always enjoyed wildflowers, but never the way I did this year. Every drive on a country road, boat ride and every walk in the woods brought new discoveries to add to my treasure hunt. I enjoyed identifying the plants I could, comparing old and new photos, but most of all just getting down on their level and looking–really looking–at each one. No two flowers are the same, even the ones I have known all my life.

So many times, I would discover a tiny little flower hidden on the forest floor or among the reeds on the shore of a lake, and I had the thought of how privileged I was to be able to see this marvel. Each flower grows from a tiny seed lovingly planted and tended by its Creator. I had the feeling that it was intentional, just for His pleasure and enjoyment. My “chance” encounter with it was serendipitous, but yet He Who knows all things knew exactly when I would wander along that path, and lovingly desired to share it with me. What a privilege! God wanted to share His glory in a special way. Wildflowers have short life cycles, just a brief moment in the sun. Yet I was favored to cross paths with them. I marvel at that. Of all the random paths my feet and my eyes could have taken, I had taken this one, and found myself gazing in wonder at a tiny white starflower on the forest floor, hidden in plain sight. I felt that God had saved this one especially for me, to make me smile. If God can pour out all that love and glory into a tiny flower that is here today and gone tomorrow, how much more will He pour out on me. He can be trusted to orchestrate my life, my events, my experiences.

Buttercup

I need to stop holding things so tightly and surrender to Him, knowing He will work all things together for good. It is so easy and so common for us to miss these quiet gifts from God. One needs to lay aside busy-ness and noise to enter into His stillness and discover the treasures along the path. I need to be barefoot upon the earth, awake, aware, grounded.

Heaven has a frequency. In earlier days it was easier to feel that frequency. The music, the sounds of church bells, sleigh bells, the crackling of a warm fire, the breeze singing in the trees, the birds singing–all were perfectly tuned to heaven’s frequency. This heavenly frequency produces peace and harmony. Every part of nature responds to it. The birds wake up at first light of dawn in harmony with the hum of God’s frequency, and from that harmony, they begin to sing. Below, on the forest floor, the plants resonate and respond to that hum, and begin to open up all the things they need to open in order to grow and receive nourishment.

In my reading, I discovered that in 1939, mankind changed its frequency (in music and vibration) to a higher pitch, which resulted in the creation of more chaos, noise, disharmony, and discord. The changes in our music reflect this difference, and the church bells are no longer heard pealing their peaceful tones of peace and healing over the villages. The two frequencies do not resonate with each other. There is rampant confusion and disharmony in everything which is exposed to this foreign frequency. It is only man who has gotten out of tune with the frequency of Heaven. We need to be reset. Re-grounded. Re-tuned.

I used to sing and play guitar on worship teams. I learned to harmonize by ear. I noticed that when I would hit a perfect note, I could feel a certain resonance deep in my chest, a vibration that felt peaceful and right. Sometimes with modern styles of music, I cannot find that resonance, and it leaves me feeling discordant, out of place, lost. All the noise levels cause another sort of vibration, an unhealthy one. I cannot hear the gentle, grounded hum of divine frequency because it is drowned out by chaos and noise. It occurs to me that this difference is the reason why I enjoy my Christmas “mellow” playlist. A lot of it is “old” music, and it feels harmonious and peaceful.

I was made aware of this change in frequency by an interesting infomercial on social media. They presented the facts, then determined that the only way to become grounded in the proper frequency was to spend my money and purchase their special tuning forks that are tuned to the correct frequency. One could strike the tuning fork and lay it on the part of the body that has the most disorder and disease. It would bring peaceful “vibes” into play, producing peace and harmony.

It occurs to me that I do not need to spend my time or money on this, when God Himself is the answer. Just like I could feel the difference when I walked in the woods, I needed to get into a place where I could be grounded in God. My bare feet need to touch the soil of His presence. If I continually lift up my face to Him and come into His presence, everything that is not of Him will fade away. I will resonate with the hum of that perfect note. I will be in harmony with Him, and it will produce peace and healing. Yes, in today’s world of chaos and jangling discordant noise, we need the perfect peace only He can give. He has it waiting for us–we need to seek and ask, and quiet ourselves in His presence, submitting ALL THINGS to Him, who “works ALL THINGS together for good for those who are called according to His purposes.” (Romans 8:28)

Starflower

So, the tiny star flower I enjoyed so much was more in tune with God than most people are. I want to be like that: small and humble, living only to respond to my Lord. That is the true source of Peace, and it is not out of our reach.

Lord, I am fully dependent upon You for everything I need in my life. Help me to find Your place of peace, and hand over every burden so that I may recognize the joy of abiding in and being dependent only on You.

Upstairs and Down, Part 2

Today I took the time to re-read my original blog “Upstairs and Down”, written in 2019, which at this point is six years ago. In it, I described how the Lord heard my cry for affirmation in the ministry of Crafters for Christ by my receiving the offer of a free stair lift for my basement steps which would make it possible for my dear friend and co-founder Mary to keep on attending our meetings. Just the offer of it revived her spirits at the time, and was a deep blessing to me.

As it turned out, the stair lift ended up not being a fit for our basement steps. At that point we decided we would move our meetings upstairs around my dining room table, and Mary resumed attending. We had many happy times of fellowship around the table with its view of my garden and the bird feeder in the window. One Friday morning we enjoyed our time together around the picnic table on our back deck. What a precious time we had! It wasn’t God’s plan for Mary’s time in Crafters for Christ to end at that time. However, in August of 2022, the Lord called Mary “upstairs” to be with Him in heaven. How we miss her!

After Mary graduated “upstairs”, we moved our meetings back downstairs. The ministry of Crafters for Christ continued to grow and expand. We welcomed new members, many of whom worked from home and donated items without attending meetings. The roster of faithful “downstairs people” who have attended over the years has changed, but the fellowship has always been strong and sweet. We have kept the mission of our group alive: to worship the Lord with the work of our hands. The volume of our giving continued to grow, and my Art by Rhea business also continued to thrive. We have survived a basement remodel and the construction of an entry ramp to the door from our garage for the convenience of our older members and customers.

This winter (2025), I found myself at that same point of needing the Lord’s affirmation as to the direction of my business and ministry. I knew for certain that Crafters for Christ was to continue. But after two years of a record breaking volume of orders in Art by Rhea, I found myself in late winter with nothing on my work table or schedule, and I was waiting to see what might be coming. Ironically, in March, I got an order for a memory bear which turned out to be a scam! (I have a cute bear named “Scamper” to remind me of that experience.) That was discouraging, as also was the experience of being stolen from by two previous customers who had never paid me for my work. (Two more bears named “Wane” and “Vanish” sit on the back of my couch to remind me of the customer who disappeared), and one who was sent home pre-payment out of compassion (her name is “Snatch”).

But I am learning to continually place Art by Rhea in the hands of my Lord, Who has never failed to be a perfect manager.

In October and November of 2024, I became quite ill with a virus, and I was grateful that I didn’t have orders to fill, even though Christmas season has always been busy. I had to struggle to fill the few orders I did have. In the new year of 2025, I had just a few new projects to work on, but not my usual volume. I was able to take it slowly and get myself back into the swing of things. I took time to work on the computer and redesign some of my pieces, such as the invoice and a couple of informational flyers. I updated some record keeping duties and did some general reorganization of my business and ministry, cleaned the sewing room, and kept on giving it all to the Lord. For the most part I have had peace, knowing that the Lord is in charge, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Meanwhile, while I wait for direction, I have the privilege and opportunity to sew items for the ministry of Crafters for Christ, which is a luxury I do not have when Art by Rhea is busy. I am enjoying creating whatever appeals to me from the stash of beautiful donated fabric and yarn on hand without having to hurry or meet a demand.

I love living my daily life intentionally seeking the presence and will of my Heavenly Father. There are times when my seeking brings me to an immediate answer, but more often it involves a period of testing and waiting which brings me to a deeper seeking and a more intense longing for His presence.

I am back to the question I had when I wrote part one of “Upstairs and Down”: “Does God see what I am doing, does He care, and how will I know that for certain?” Only, this time, I know the answer. “Yes”, “Yes”, and “I have had the experience of knowing His leading and seeing Him at work!”

The future of Art by Rhea is totally in God’s hands, and the ball is in His court. Even if I never receive another order or sew a memory keepsake again, I will be content. It is, and has been, a remarkable time in my life, and I am blessed by the number of people who have received ministry and healing prayer. I have received a few orders to work on and have enjoyed them very much. I have had time to put a lot of creativity into them.

Crafters for Christ will continue as long as the door remains open to give and to minister. I will keep on administrating our giving and keeping our records until the Lord tells me to stop–either “upstairs” or “downstairs”.

And I am here to take Art by Rhea orders as they come to me.

A Snippet of Time

I have been guilty of underestimating myself.

I have learned MUCH from this big mistake.

My time is valuable. Often, when someone asks for a price quote, I (being the queen of the frugal penny-pinchers) will try to get inside my prospective customer’s mind, and come up with all of the possible ways to save money. I will take a quick review of what the described project consists of, and then majorly cut into myself as I try to estimate how much time it will take me. I end up quoting a price for the project that is far below what it should be, and as a result I cost myself money, since time is money.

Let me backtrack a little. I have a ministry, as well as a business. Sometimes it is very hard to balance my thinking about the two endeavors. As the head of a giving ministry, I don’t count time or even material expenditures; I just happily sew and give away the finished product without looking back. The great reward comes from the creation and donation of tangible blessings for others who are needy. Our ministry, Crafters for Christ, has over 20 members and gives a large volume of goods to hospitals, nursing homes, homeless shelters, and other programs. We consider our sewing and needlework to be acts of worship to the Lord.

Then I take off my “Crafters for Christ” hat and don my “Art by Rhea” hat. I still have the same joy and worship in the creating of beautiful textile art, but now I am selling it. My income from this business is what fuels my ministry needs, in part. I am a retired person who deserves to make at least minimum wage from my employment. I am not a college grad professional quilter or seamstress, so I try to stick to minimum wage, even when I see advertising for others who work for much more.

Going back to my opening paragraph’s description of a too-low price quote, I often end up not even making half of minimum wage on the projects that require more time and planning than I had first thought they would. So, a dilemma is created: Do I try to explain to the customer that the work took more time than I had thought, or was more tricky or complicated than anticipated, or sometimes their changes and/or additions required more of me? Or do I “bite the bullet” and stick to the quote I gave?

This winter I went through a time of deep self-evaluation and soul-searching regarding my sewing for business and for ministry. I had worked very hard before Christmas to complete a flurry of orders for the business. At the same time, Crafters for Christ had a growth spurt and we gave a large volume of donations during the Christmas season–all of which is good news, right? Yes, but I found myself feeling a bit frazzled and burned out. In addition, the arthritis in my thumb joints flared up, to the point where I couldn’t use my hands. My thumb was locked into a bent position and was very painful.

I found myself in a position of searching before the Lord. I was asking Him what His plan was for me. Was I to go on with the business and the ministry? In pain and angst, I surrendered both to Him. I knew I was not supposed to give up the ministry, but I questioned whether or not I was to continue sewing for it, or just be an administrator for the giving of the other members. My sewing business, Art by Rhea, was laid on the altar for the Lord to end or continue as He saw fit. It was very difficult for me. I received some treatment for the hand problems, and went on a two month rest–a fast from sewing and knitting. This brought on a whole self-worth issue! I wasn’t able to DO anything for the Lord or for others, I could only BE at rest. I had to fight feeling worthless.

Time went on, and I continued the resting and the waiting. This time period of late December though January was a typical lull in both areas. I wasn’t sure what the Lord was saying to me. I decided to ask the Lord for a sign. I wanted Him to show me in clearly understood terms whether or not Art by Rhea was to continue as it was. I had not received any new orders since November. My website had been very quiet; most of the orders I had received came through FaceBook or word of mouth. Suddenly I began to receive order after order through the website, from all over the country! For the first time since I created the site, it had started to show up in the search engines when people were looking for memory bears or quilts! I knew I had my answer.

I took action with a new determination to self-regulate and limit my time to eliminate wear and tear on my hands and arms. I purchased an electric scissors (the idea popped into my head suddenly one day). This has proved to be a very real help to me. In the photo above I am using it on a rag style quilt with its endless snipping technique. The Holy Spirit had given me a direct answer.

That’s why it really bothered me when I underquoted a project. Thankfully the customer met me half way, even though it was a stretch for her financially. I don’t want that to happen again, to a customer or to me. So I am going to be prayerfully rewording and reworking the way I estimate costs. I try so hard to keep my prices low in comparison to others that I often cheat myself.

So, I go forward, having weathered the snipping and pruning of the Lord. I have a renewed sense of purpose and a renewed joy in my work. This has brought me to a new burst of creativity, with which I hope to be a blessing to others.

You, my customers, may expect more from me in the days ahead!

The Green Tree

The Giant Banyan Tree

Every August, we go to our favorite place for several days of quiet retreat and rest, Bear Head State Park in Minnesota. There beneath the beautiful giant red pines, I communed with the Lord and He gave me these thoughts.

Scripture refers to the Tree of Life as our source of life-giving relationship with our creator, God.

Throughout the Bible, there are many references to the Tree of Life, or the Green Tree. “When the tree is green” represents a time of life, favor, righteousness, presence of God, protection, refuge, and shelter. For the believer, this is to be found only in Christ. There is a scripture in which Jesus declares Himself to be our Messiah, using the picture of the Green Tree.

Luke 23:31 says “For if they do these things when the wood is green, what will happen when it is dry?” These are the words of Jesus, spoken to the women mourning and lamenting Him on His way to the Cross.

If we were to understand that Jesus was using a rabbinic form of teaching by hinting at an Old Testament passage, then we would see that this passage should be more correctly translated: “For if they do these things to a Green Tree…”  as a reference to Ezekiel 20:47 which was recognized by the sages and the people of that day as a reference to the Messiah in Ezekiel 20:47. Thus when Jesus referred to Himself as the Green Tree, He was declaring Himself to be the Messiah.The Green Tree https://www.chaimbentorah.com/2014/05/word-study-green-tree/

Not only is Jesus referred to as our Green Tree, but we are referred to as His specially planted trees as well. 

“…that they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified (display His beauty).” (Isa 61:3)

“The trees of the Lord are watered abundantly, the cedars of Lebanon that He planted. In them the birds build their nests; the stork has her home in the fir trees.” Psalm 104:16-17)

Among the trees of the Lord is found a place of holy community. Look at this beautiful description of community as God’s design for His people.

High in the Colorado mountains where the air is thin and the snows are heavy lives a community of singing trees: the quaking aspen. If you listen carefully you just might hear the poetic chorus of their leaves humming in the wind. Yet this white barked mountain choir depends on each other for more than music, aspen groves share a singular root system. The life and health of one affects the whole, similar to us in the spiritual life. I’ve come to believe that we need each other in ways often unseen. When you hurt, the rest hurts. And when you walk in new life, it feeds and nurtures others in profound ways. Contrary to popular belief, we are nothing close to islands unto ourselves. Of course we see our interconnectedness as humans in global and environmental affairs, but in God’s Church our connectedness is paramount. It is no coincidence that Paul referenced us as a body, interconnected and interdependent. This is God’s design for his children. The spiritual life is highly personal but not private. Community by its very nature takes time, lots of time. It’s only through seasons after seasons of living life together, struggling, suffering, rejoicing and addressing conflict, that a deep Christian community is birthed. It’s when we know each other, the good and bad, it’s when it’s no longer fun, exciting and safe, yet we choose to continue to do life together and remain committed to a shared vision. Much like a grove of aspen is years in the making the real fruit of life together cannot be fully matured in just a few short years. Go pour into some people for the next twenty years and we just may find our lives hum together with great beauty.” Lessons from the Trees” Nathan Foster (Renovare)

Laurel trees are also seen in scripture as a symbol of accomplishment and achievement.  This can be either a positive or negative connotation, i.e. “…spreading himself like a green laurel tree…” (Psalm 37:35)

A number of writers have proposed symbolism for the Laurus nobilis to include notable, victory, merit, accomplishments, honor, praise, martyrdom, and old age. Psalm 37 seems to fit most of these concepts; however…the best description is flourish. Flourish means to grow luxuriantly, to achieve success or prosper, and to reach a height of development or influence. (God as a Gardener) 

Banyan trees, first native to India, are known as a place of shelter. The common name, banyan, is very similar to “banians,” the Hindu traders who rested under the shade of these magnificent trees. Huge specimens can spread out and cover the equivalent of an acre, providing shade from hot sun. Reports vary but trees have been known to grow as large as 98 feet tall and more than 50 feet in diameter. The overall effect is more like a forest than one single tree. 

The pagan nations surrounding  Old Testament Israel perverted the green tree, using it as a place of idol worship.  [“…the places where the nations which you shall dispossess served their gods, on the high mountains and on the hills and under every green tree. (Deuteronomy 12:2)

The first indication that trees were held to be divine, is that two words frequently appearing in the bible, alon (oak) and ela (terebinth – a kind of pistachio tree), apparently derive etymologically from “el” – the Hebrew word for “god.” It is not clear that the ancients distinguished between the two genuses of tree. Some scholars suspect that in biblical-era Hebrew alon and ela, were synonyms for “large tree”. In any case, the biblical writers seemed to assume that some of these great trees were generally known to all, and used them as geographical landmarks . One such landmark was the the alon bekhot – “weeping tree,” under which Rebecca’s nurse Deborah was buried (Genesis 35:8). Another is the elon moreh – a tree outside of Nablus, visited by Abraham (Genesis 12:6).  …The King James version translates “elon moreh” as “the fields of Moreh.” Some other translations turn “elon moreh” into some form of “great tree of Moreh”. (Haaretz.com)

The way to stay under the shelter of the Green Tree provided by God is through keeping covenant and faithfulness. The promise is conditional to our devotion and obedience to God and His Word, allowing us to find shelter under THE TREE of LIFE. Our ”roots go down deep into the soil of God’s love” (Ephesians 3:17, Living Bible) and we are established in Him. 

Genesis 49:22 says,  “Joseph is a fruitful bough, a fruitful bough by a spring; his branches run over the wall.”

Hosea 14:5-8 also uses the picture of fruitful boughs and sturdy trees:  “I will be like the dew to Israel; he shall blossom like the lily; he shall take root like the trees of Lebanon; his shoots shall spread out; His beauty shall be like the olive, and his fragrance like Lebanon. They shall return and dwell beneath my shadow; they shall flourish like the grain; they shall blossom like the vine; their fame shall be like the wind of Lebanon…It is I who answer and look after you. I am like an evergreen cypress; from Me comes your fruit.”

“that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height— to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge; that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.”  (Ephesians 3:17-19)

When we abide in Him, He abides in us, and we find shelter, blessing and fruitfulness.

“I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit He takes away, and every branch that does bear fruit He prunes, that it may bear more fruit. Already you are clean because of the word that I have spoken to you. Abide in Me, and I in you. As  the branch cannot brr fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in Me. I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in Me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from Me you can do nothing. If anyone does not abide in Me, he is thrown away like a branch and withers and the branches are gathered, thrown into the fire, and burned. If you abide in Me and My words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. By this is My Father glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be My disciples. As the Father has loved Me, so have I loved you. Abide in My love. If you keep My commandments, you will abide in My love, just as I have kept My Father’s commandments and abide in His love.” (John 15:1-10)

“Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers; but his delight is in the law of the Lord and on His law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season and is leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers. The wicked are not so, but are like chaff that the wind drives away.” (Psalm 1:1-4)

“Blessed is the man who trust in the Lord…he is like a tree planted by water that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes, is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit.” (Jeremiah 17:8)

Ezekiel saw the River of Life issuing from the temple…”on the bands of which were trees for food. Their leaves do not wither, not their fruit fail, but will bear fresh fruit every month because the water for them flows from the sanctuary of God.” The fruit is for food, the leaves are for healing.” (Ezekiel 47:12)

“…On either side of the river (of life), the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations…” (Revelation 22:2)

The image of the River suggests the continual flow of the Holy Spirit and the Life, blessing, and spiritual power that He gives. Even in heaven, which is being described by this scripture, we will still depend upon the Lord for our very life. He is our Everything. The image of the tree of life refers to that eternal life given by God in Jesus. The leaves for healing indicate that there will no longer be anything present that brings physical or spiritual harm.

“The oracle of Balaam, the son of Beor, whose eye is opened…who hears the words of God, who sees the vision of the almighty, falling down with his eyes uncovered: How lovely are your tents, O Jacob; your encampments, O Israel! Like palm groves that stretch afar, like gardens beside a river, like aloes that the Lord has planted, like cedar trees beside the waters.” (Numbers 24:6)

The blessings of God are often compared in Scripture to the attributes of a strong, flourishing tree: 

“The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God. They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green, to declare that the Lord is upright: He is my Rock and there is no unrighteousness in Him.” (Psalm 92:12-15)

“See the man who would not make God his refuge, but trusted in the abundance of his riches and found refuge in his own destruction ! But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God. I trust in the steadfast love of God forever and ever.” (Ps 52:7-8)

“Blessed is everyone who fears the Lord, who walks in His ways. You shall eat the fruit of the labor of your hands; you shall be blessed, and it shall be well with you. Your wife will be like a fruitful vine within your house; your children will be like olive shoots around your table. Behold, thus shall the man be blessed who fears the Lord.” (Psalm 128: 1-4)

“May our sons in their youth be like plants full grown, our daughters like corner pillars cut for the structure of a palace.” (Psalm144:12)

Disobedience, unbelief, rebellion, pride and sin cause us to come out from beneath the shelter of the Lord

 “Thus says the Lord God, Behold, I will kindle a fire in you, and it shall devour every green tree in you and every dry tree…”  (Ezekiel 20:47)

During a time of judgment, the Lord sent fire to devour the green tree. He removed His protection from His people and they had no shelter from His chastisement. In the parable of the trees choosing a king to reign over them …”If in good faith you are anointing me king over you, then come and take refuge in my shade, but if not, let fire come out of the bramble and devour the cedars of Lebanon.”  (Judges 9:7-15)

The Cedars of Lebanon and Oaks of Bashan are scriptural symbols of strength.

…against all that is proud and lofty, against all that is lifted up—and it shall be brought low; against all the cedars of Lebanon, lofty and lifted up. and against all the oaks of Bashan…the haughtiness of man shall be humbled, and the lost pride of men shall be brought low, and the Lord alone will be exalted in that day…” (Isaiah 2:12-17)

(speaking of Tyre) “they made all your planks of fir trees from “Senir; they took a cedar from Lebanon to make a mast for you. Of oaks of Bashan they made your oars…” (Ezekiel 27:5-6)

(speaking of all who are treacherous) “You (Lord) plant them and they take root; they grow and produce fruit; You are near in their mouth and far from heir heart…pull them out like sheep for the slaughter…” Jeremiah 12:2-3

“Whoever trusts in his riches will fall, but the righteous will flourish like a green leaf.” (Proverbs 11:28-30)

“The Lord once called you a green olive tree, beautiful with good fruit. But with the roar of a great tempest he will set fire to it and its branches will be consumed. The Lord of hosts, Who planted you, has decreed disaster against you, because of the evil…” (Jeremiah 11:16)

“Your mother was like a vine in a vineyard, planted by the water, fruitful and full of branches by reason of abundant water. Its strong stems became rulers’ scepters; towered aloe among the thick bought; was seen in its height with the mass of its branches. But the vine was plucked up in fury, cast down…withered…consumed…Now it is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty land…there remains in it no strong stem, no scepter for ruling.” (Ezekiel 19:10-14)

God, in His graciousness, planted the Green Tree (sent the Messiah) not only for His chosen people, the Jews, but for ALL who believe and call upon His name for salvation from sin. His church, the Body of Christ, is the grafted vine which He lovingly placed upon the Tree. There is room for all beneath the Green Tree, all who believe and rely upon Him for their salvation.

 “…if the root is holy, so are the branches. But if some of the branches were broken off, and you, although a wild olive shoot, were grafted in among the others and now share in the nourishing root of the olive tree, do not be arrogant toward the branches. If you are, remember it is not you who support the root, but the root that supports you.  Then you will say, “B ranches were broken off so that I might be grafted in. That is true. They were broken off because of their unbelief, but you stand fast through faith. So do not become proud, but fear. For is God did not spare the natural branches, neither will he spare you. Note then the kindness and the severity of God: severity toward those who have fallen, but God’s kindness to you, provided you continue in His kindness. Otherwise you too will be cut off. And even they, if they do not continue in their unbelief, will be grafted in, for God has the power to graft them in again. For if you were cute from what is by nature a wild olive tree, and grafter, contrary to nature, in =to  a cultivated olive tree, how much more will these, the natural branches, be grafted back into their own olive tree.” (Romans 11:16-24)

(Psalm 91)

“He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust. Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler And from the perilous pestilence. He shall cover you with His feathers, And under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler. You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, Nor of the arrow that flies by day,  Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday. A thousand may fall at your side, And ten thousand at your right hand; But it shall not come near you. Only with your eyes shall you look, And see the reward of the wicked.  Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge, Even the Most High, your dwelling place, No evil shall befall you, Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling; For He shall give His angels charge over you, To keep you in all your ways. In their hands they shall bear you up, Lest you dash your foot against a stone. You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra, The young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot. “Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore I will deliver him; I will set him on high, because he has known My name. He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him, And show him My salvation.”

Prayer: Lord, You are my Tree of Life. Keep me forever in Your shelter and cause me to flourish as a tree that You have planted.

Some Things Never Change

I am a quilter. In the course of my (mostly self-taught) journey as a quilter, I have learned a very important principle.

A successful quilting project requires precision and adherence to truth. Absolute truth. Everything must be carefully measured with a standard measurement which does not change according to my mood, desires, or whim. A quarter-inch is a quarter-inch. Every measuring device I own agrees with that measure. I have to trust that this measurement is reliable. I have to be careful and precise during step one in my project if I want step twenty to come out right. Measuring by eye does not work very well. It is not dependable. So I measure by a standard while designing, I measure while cutting, and I measure before and during each stitching. If I make an error in the early stages and try to make it “fit in” with the rest of the quilt, I find out that I must do some ripping out or some redesigning or even replacements (an unendurable option when I am working on someone’s treasured keepsake fabric!). Early in my journey, I would keep on going when I first noticed something just a little bit “off”, hoping that this small error would not be obvious, or would correct itself. The result was always disappointing–there was something wrong with the finished product! And, sometimes despite my most fastidious efforts at measuring precisely, something might still be “off” and cause a problem later. How could this happen? The ruler didn’t lie–but sometimes my interpretation faltered. The result was the same as if I had not measured at all! I had some sort of mess to deal with: a part that bunched up when pieced together, a binding that refused to lie flat, or a crooked line of stitching. Some of these were reparable (with many hours spent ripping out and repositioning); others were not, and had to be discarded and redone because it simply did not fit together. Or, the whole design had to be changed to accommodate a wrongly cut piece that could not be replaced.

Life, like a quilt is designed to be measured. I must begin with a “ruler” or measuring device which is absolutely accurate and unchanging.

My life’s choices are measured by the Word of God. He has designed my life to fit together perfectly and He holds the “pattern” in His hand. Each piece has been thoughtfully and lovingly planned and perfected. It is up to me now. Will I follow in accordance with His directions in putting it together, or will I proceed willy-nilly, depending on my mood or whim? Will I take His Word for it, or will I argue with Him, thinking I can make an improvement on what He has said? It’s up to me. I have the gift of free choice. But I must live with the consequences. My poor choices may result in an outcome that is poorer in quality than what I had hoped for, or require a long period of “recalculation” to get back to where I need to be.

If I have surrendered my will to God and made Him absolute Lord of my life, I will accept by faith that His way is the right way, regardless of how many voices are screaming at me to go another way. Every decision I make along the way must be carefully measured against the standard of His Truth. I must begin and end with the concept that God is Truth, and His Word is Truth. Truth does not change. I cannot accept one part of Scripture as Truth and reject another. I cannot bend it to fit in with popular culture.

In our culture, there are almost no absolutes left with which to steer one’s life. Rightness or wrongness does not apply any more–only what each person feels like or “identifies as”. There are loud and angry voices in a discordant din, each trying to get all the others to agree or even just allow that which they are pushing. It is stressful and uncomfortable when I realize that none of the voices agree with the Word of God. It seems easier to just crawl back inside myself and let them go on in error than it is to boldly confront and speak truth or, worse yet, to conform my thinking or behavior to theirs instead of standing up for what I know is right.

Just like when I am preparing a quilt, the choices are mine. God has indeed given me the gift of free choice. My obedience and worship to Him would mean nothing if it were not freely chosen and given. So, I determinedly go back to His Word, my measuring device, and re-affirm what He says about that issue. And I press on, knowing I might have to brave it through some resistance to get to the desired finished product.

The list of things which God hates has not changed; nor has the list of things that God loves. The fruit of the Spirit is still the character qualities of Jesus Christ, and I am still directed to be conformed to His image by the renewing of my mind. There is only one way to walk, and that is ON HIS PATH.

When a person is being trained as a bank teller, he is not given counterfeit money to handle so that he will be able to recognize it, He is given the real thing–to handle over and over again, until he is so familiar with it that he will know immediately when something doesn’t feel authentic. So it is with God’s Word. We are not to handle sin to learn what to avoid–not even the outer boundaries of it–but we are to immerse ourselves in the Word of God over and over again, until we are so familiar with it that we can’t be tricked into error.

The most wonderful thing about God is that when I do err in my thinking or get “off” just a bit, resulting in problems down the road, He doesn’t give up on me. He helps me to rip out the error and reconstruct it. He knows my frailty and our tendency to stray from the standards. All He asks is that I acknowledge my need of Him to stay on task. The finished product will be a work of art, perfectly planned and executed by the hand of God.

Upstairs and Down

Recently, I have been very busy moving and restructuring my work space. It was a direct result of God answering my question, “Does God see what I am doing, does He care, and how will I know that for certain?” It wasn’t that the business or the ministry was failing, or even going downhill. I just needed a bit of affirmation.

So, let me tell you a God Story.

One of my Crafters for Christ ladies called me two weeks ago with the sad news that she would no longer be attending our meetings. She has been in a very severe depression for quite awhile, and nothing I could say or do seemed to perk her up. I finally came to the place where I gave up–and gave over–my obsession with taking care of her. The Lord is the only One who can help her; and wise choices have to be made by her for her life. I had to make a choice to let go, which was hard for me to do. This particular day she was telling me that she would no longer attend Crafters meetings because she was afraid of my basement stairway, that she would fall and injure herself. This is a valid fear, of course, for an 85 year old lady who has sustained several severe injuries due to falls in the past. I was so saddened by this, but I knew there was nothing I could do. There was no obvious solution. We would lose Mary. I was sad.

The following meeting day arrived, and my friend Mary did not come. As the others began to gather and share the things they had brought to add to our stash of goods ready to give, someone produced a handful of pretty buttons she had found in her sewing stuff, which opened a conversation about Grandmas’ and Mothers’ button tins. I said I had acquired my mom’s button tin when she passed on, and had used those buttons to attach the quilted wall-hanging I had made to display her beautiful variety of needlework. (This is the wall hanging pictured on the home page of this website.) Some of the ladies had not seen it, so I marched them all upstairs to my sewing room to show them. While we were going back downstairs, I brought up the rear, and said, “Sometimes I wish I had one of those stair chair lifts, so that I wouldn’t have to worry about people hurting themselves using my stairs.” Laurie, the lady below me on the stairs said, “You want a chair lift? I have one out in the shed which you can have. My husband wanted to install one, and we bought it on Craig’s List, but then he had his stroke and can no longer install it. We decided quite a while ago that if we found someone who needed or wanted it, we would give it away!” I was astounded! I had not yet told the others about the reason for Mary’s absence! When I told Laurie that the reason Mary was not there was because of the stairs, we all broke out in a joyful praise to the Lord, Who knew all about it and was orchestrating something special. I was just speechless. Even if the stair lift doesn’t fit our home’s measurements or this doesn’t work out, the way things unfolded was just too much to be coincidence. It had to be God showing His care, and His desire for Mary to continue being part of the group she loves.

When I called Mary to tell her about this, she erupted with tears and praise, saying, “This is just precious to me. I know God cares about me.”

This event started off a whole new joyful and confident outlook and anticipation in me as the leader of the group. I had already felt that this ministry group was better than a dream come true for me, and I loved it. Suddenly the Lord began to download all kinds of ideas and plans in my spirit! The first thing to take place was that I had moved my sewing room down to the basement level, so that everything could be in our large room which was not being used. I now have work space (sewing machines, ironing board, cutting table, storage) on one side, and a nice sitting area for meetings and fellowships with a work table in the middle. I am excited! As much as I loved my sewing room with the garden view, I love this even more because of how it is all coming together. There will be no more running up and down the steps to get things that are needed in the Crafters meetings because everything is in one place. My husband and I have reclaimed the upstairs room as a bedroom, and are very happy with it.

Recently, two more new ladies have expressed interest in joining us. Also our group is going on an outing to help a missionary prepare for a short term trip. We will help her make and pack gift bags. That’s another first for us. We have donated tote bags and salvation bracelets to this cause already, but to go have hands-on time assisting to outfit the trip–that is special.

As a bonus, the Lord has brought me two new large orders for memory bears at Art by Rhea. A percentage of the proceeds from this will go right back into the ministry of Crafters for Christ.

So, upstairs or downstairs, the ministry is thriving! God is in charge!

Grandma’s Family Tree

2018 version of Family Tree

Twenty one years ago, when my husband and I had just met our little newborn first grandchild, a whole new world opened up to us. We were GRANDPARENTS! There is nothing quite as wonderful as that! I proudly made a Christmas ornament with his sweet little picture wearing his Christmas outfit and hung it in a prominent place on my tree. From that time forward, my Christmas tree has never been the same. I have made it a family tradition to add a new ornament per year–per grandchild. Let’s see:

Nathan is 21, so he has 22 ornaments now. Megan is 18, and has 19. Lexi is 19 and has 12. Austin is 16 and has 10. Ryan is almost 11, and has 10. Jayden h 8 and has 8. All represented each year that they have been a member of our family. That makes 81 ornaments featuring photos of my grandkids. My tree is full! It has come to the place where those ornaments are the only ones I hang, with few exceptions. (Goldilocks and the 3 bears made by a favorite aunt, a wedding ornament for each child, and a remembrance of each of our parents.) (When I take them down this year I am going to count them, as my totals are a bit off, for the couple of years where they got more than one, or had an ornament before their “Gotcha Day”.)

Grandma’s Family Tree. Every year it becomes more wondrous to me as I count my blessings and proudly display the miracle of their growth. Even more precious than their physical growing up has been, their spiritual growth is the biggest gift of all for us as Grandparents. All have asked Jesus to be their Savior, and all of them are walking with Him. They are shining brightly among the branches of my family tree.

“… that you may become blameless and pure, ‘children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation.’ Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky  as you hold firmly to the word of life.” (Phil 2:15-16)

“Those who are wise will shine like the brightness of the heavens, and those who lead many to righteousness, like the stars for ever and ever.” (Daniel 12:3) This is our prayer for our grandchildren.

There’s something special about Christmas Lights. In the shortest and darkest part of winter, they cheerfully “poke holes in the darkness” as Robert Louis Stevenson put it. My grandchildren are the light of my life, and they are carrying the Light of Life to the dark world around them. What greater treasure could I possibly ask for?

Edited May 13,2025 to add the answer to that question. We are now great grandparents! My oldest grandson Nathan and his wife Anna gave birth to the greater treasure–Bridger Adeline, born on April 24, 2024. She is a miracle baby who survived open heart surgery right after her birth and has no lasting effects from it at all! We love her and treasure her so much!

Through the garden window

My sewing room windows directly overlook my garden. It is a very peaceful setting, filled with the greenery of ferns and hosts along with many other perennials. It looks like a park. There is a red stone path curving through the garden which invites a slow stroll with all of one’s senses open to what the garden might be saying. What is the message of the garden? I think it is saying, “Be silent. Let the peace saturate your spirit. It is in the quiet place that creativity and art can grow. Leave your stress at the garden gate.”

fullsizeoutput_60b8.jpegThere is a worship song which says, “Let our eyes be open to the way You move, Let our ears be open to the way of truth. Let Your Spirit break out any way You choose–we don’t care, we don’t care, Lord, we just want You.”

What an invitation for revival that is! From the revival of one’s spirit, art blooms.

What is art?

A Google search reveals that Art, in its broadest sense, is a form of communication. It means whatever the artist intends it to mean, and this meaning is shaped by the materials, techniques, and forms it makes use of, as well as the ideas and feelings it creates in its viewers . Art is an act of expressing feelings, thoughts, and observations; yet art is also a way of receiving and processing the message conveyed by the artist in a personal and unique way..

Many argue that art cannot be defined … Art is often considered the process or product of deliberately arranging elements in a way that appeals to the senses or emotions. It encompasses a diverse range of human activities, creations and ways of expression, including music, literature, film, sculpture and paintings…and for me, needle crafts.

Everything is a form of art. Communicating something without words, something that speaks to people in an ever-busy and ever-noisy world, art is an escape from the constant chaos and pressure. When it comes to art, you can be anyone you want to be and express anything you choose, and at the same time all of that is relative to the way in which it is received and interpreted.

Technically, the seven  principles of art and design are line, shape, color, value, form, texture, and space. The elements of art and design are balance, contrast, emphasis, movement, pattern, rhythm, and unity/variety. All of these things have a way of coming into play without any conscious effort on my part. It just “looks right” or “feels right”.

This summer, I have been allowing the silence and serenity of the garden to enter  into my sewing room through the open window. In this  atmosphere of waiting and expectancy, it is natural for me to take up a piece of fabric or a treasured item of someone’s clothing  in my hands and gazing upon it, ask it what it wants to become. If I listen and wait, I will hear the answer.

Whether I am designing a special project for a customer, or creating tangible blessings to be shared with the needy, I am producing art. But I cannot create art in my own power. It takes a divine touch from the Creator of All Art to really bring to birth something that will speak to its recipient in my voice and His voice. Never just my voice. That would be hollow and empty. His Voice adds life and light and dimension, and brings a quiet message of ministry beyond what the eye can see.

The art that  truly brings forth blessing begins in the garden, walking with the Lord. It wafts in through the sewing room window and takes form beneath my hands. Out the door it goes on the wings of a prayer for God’s personal and deeply felt touch upon every area of the life it will enter into.

Have you heard God’s voice today?

This is the excerpt for your very first post.

His kindness and His love never fail, run out or dry up.
He does not grow tired of me, no matter how negative, lost, fearful, or cranky I become. No matter how tired of me everyone else gets when I don’t bounce back from a major upset, He is always FOR me. He takes delight in me, and in His thoughts of me. His love for me makes Him smile!

Recently, I have been learning that the Lord will speak to me through the most unlikely methods I can imagine. Just to get my attention! Lately, everything I touch is being used to speak to me.

I love art.

I have been coloring lately, and totally enjoying it. It’s good therapy. I am able to sort my inner thoughts a bit easier when my hands are busy. I like the coloring books that are journals. I will be all involved in designing the look of the page, choosing colors, precisely coloring the tiniest of places with my .002 markers, and the Lord will begin to speak. So I journal what He says, or what I am struggling with. Here’s an example:

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Lord, show me the way past this sorrowful place of being “stuck”.
I don’t want the sad parts of the last segment of my life to bleed through into  the pages of the new chapter of my life.

Some scars are indelible, just like the marks on this journal page from the ink bleeding through on the previous page without my knowing that it would. These marks cannot be removed.
The enemy voices pointing out all my weakness and flaws and failures are overpowering at times.
Only God can stop the voices and bind the lies of the enemy.
It is very difficult to be excited about decorating a new picture over the ruins left over from the last one. But You, Lord, have a design in mind.

Holy Spirit, come close to me. I need you.

Kiss my eyes that I may see things the way You see them.
Re-design my life—right over my scars and wounds—using Your brightest, most opaque colors so that the marks will not show through. Or, find a way to arrange it so that the scars blend in with the design.


IMG_2486.jpegI also love sewing. Most of my sewing involves self-designed items from recycled materials.I enjoy holding something in my hands and asking it what it wants to become; then diving into something new.

The Lord spoke to me one day while I was making a piece of patchwork from T Shirt scraps left over from the creation of a rag quilt.

The Lord said,

Don’t listen to worship music today while you sew. I have things to say to you through thIMG_4151e process of sewing.

See if you can find a spiritual application for these thoughts in your own life. This is what He pointed out to me as I worked.

The squares are cut exactly the same, but if they aren’t sewed precisely and carefully together, they will not match at the corner meeting places. Follow the plan that has been determined for you.
There is a right and wrong, forwards and backwards way to set the squares in place. Pay careful attention in positioning them in relation to each other. Sometimes it is very difficult to tell the right side from the wrong side.
Design carefully the manner in which the rows and columns will interact to present a pattern of colors. Lay it out on the table. Look at the whole picture.  Make changes as needed. Then number the rows and columns, to keep from getting confused when putting it all together. Proper identification and order are essential to keeping the integrity of the pattern whole. It will not be easily obvious to you when you are not looking at the wider picture, putting together the individual blocks.
Do not stretch the fabric while sewing. It will lose shape, and pull the surrounding blocks out of shape.
If an error is made, refrain from discarding the project in frustration; and patiently rip out the stitches and redo the section until it is done correctly.
Mend any tears or holes caused by ripping out stitches, even if they are very tiny. They will cause raveling and damage to the project later if left untreated.

The Lord showed me that there is a purpose for every little part of the process that I am going through, and it is not wise to rush through or disregard any part of it. There are things to gain right now, through the exact things I am experiencing; and there is no other way to gain them. As He spoke to me while sewing that day, I realized that I am a work of His hands and He is following all of the procedures just right to guarantee that I will turn out to be His perfect work of art. IMG_4195Sewing with people’s treasured “memory” fabrics has taught me that no matter how severely I might botch a project, I cannot throw it out. The fabric is a treasure that cannot be replaced. Therefore I have to patiently remove every errant stitch, reposition it and do it over, again and again if necessary, until I get it right. It may need to be re-designed around the “scars” of my errors, but the identity of the material must always be retained. This little bear at left is a case in point. I had totally ruined the face pieces and became so frustrated that the rest of it was actually in the trash. The Lord wouldn’t let me leave it there. There was no more fabric to replace the ruined pieces, and I went through my box of scraps until I found a piece that made a good contrast and re-invented the face. I found that the unplanned change actually gave him more character!

What are some of the things you love to do? Find a way to do them with your heart and spirit wide open–God may choose to speak to you through the things that mean the most to you!

Let us pray together. God is with us. God is for us.
Nothing can come against us when we are abiding in Him.
I choose not to forget the glorious cleansing and growth experiences I have had in Him.

Lord, silence the voices and circumstances that are lying to me, and lift me up above them. Renew me by transforming my mind and its thought processes (Romans 12:1).

Where there was death, You bring Life.
Where there was fear, You bring Courage.
When I am afraid, You are with me.
Thank You for the Cross. Nothing can come against Your work. No one can stand against You. You are “God-With-Us”, the “God-Who-Sees-Us.”I choose to stand firmly in You, and I choose to believe on all of Your promises and spoken Words.
You are the Solid Rock, my Sure Foundation. You are faithful and You will never fail.
I won’t turn back, no matter the circumstances. I lay down all my doubts and fears and take hold of YOU, going forward in the name of Jesus. Amen.