Shtuff III



My dad has been dealing with Shingles for the past few weeks. He’s mostly over it now. My sister didn’t think it would be a good idea to come to Iowa for Easter, so I trekked down to Missouri to see them.

It’s not easy to see your parents (in my case just dad now) slow down. It’s not easy to bring up the idea of having someone help them with mowing the lawn or sell off the truck that needs too much work or live in a senior community. As my dad says, “I’m the child now.” I didn’t push. It would be nice to have it be his idea to make a change rather than something bad happen and be forced to change.

Growing up, Dad always reminded us to “offer it up” which means to unite any suffering with Jesus’ suffering, and then He can turn it into something good. I reminded Dad. “Oh, yeah, I’ve been doing that.”




On my way to St. Joe, I stopped in Cameron, MO, at a quilt store. How is it that at town the size of St. Joe (77,000) can have no quilt shop, and my town with 10,000 people can have one?

Yep, I broke down and bought a specialty ruler. I have many that I don’t use, yet here I am. After Laura’s quilt, I can make one for myself. I don’t think I’ve ever made one for myself. This pattern just makes me smile. Who doesn’t like foxes, hedgehogs, owls, bunnies, and butterflies?



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