Dream Working

I want to share with you the story behind making these flags.image

Over the weekend, I received a rush order on Etsy. A young lady wanted a set of flags to dance with on stage at her church and wanted them shipped quickly, so she could practice.

They were a smaller set, so I had the material and said I’d have them done, and then, I waited. I’m learning that a lot (if not all) of what I make is God’s timing.

My Monday was pretty busy, so I hadn’t even thought about the flags because I didn’t want to force or rush anything. Then, on Monday night, I had a dream.

In my dream, I was making these flags. I woke up knowing how to tie them, how to fold them, how and when to add the colors as I folded, etc, so when I woke up Tuesday morning, I was ready to go, but Katie was asleep in the living room, so I had to wait.

When I knew she’d awoken, I jumped up to begin.

The only color I was given in the order was a navy blue WITHOUT purple. Some of you know the challenge I’ve had in having a dark blue show up without purple, so I wasn’t too excited about that color.

When I first mixed some navy blue…purple, so I added something else…darker purple, but then, when I added my mixture to blue, a beautiful dark blue showed up. Now, it was time to choose some other colors.

I only came up with one, mixed the other shade of blue, and began on the flags.

When I say these can never be recreated, I mean it! I “know” everything’s possible with God, but I don’t think HE means for any of these to be recreated, so I try not to stress about it. Anyway, they turned out GORGEOUS!

Now…to see if the customer liked them.

On Etsy, I sent a picture and waited (for hours). Her reply made me cry!

“Omgosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They are amazing if I could have given you the picture I had in my head that was it!!! Ah I’m so excited thank you so much I could just cry”

Isn’t that AMAZING!!! Anyway, I really wanted to share this one with you all!

“Prayer Bucket”

there’re just some things
that hurt my heart
are out of my
control

those moments when
prayers said
seem so
small
and prayers answered
are huge

words
poured out like rain
held inside
every tear

so many struggling
if only I could
help them all
if only I could
support them

it’s hard to keep going
when all seems lost
it’s hard to find value
when you don’t know your worth

this poem in code
could be for many
God help
them all