Dance has been an integral part of my life for the last eighteen years, but for the past several years my role has been that of dance teacher, not performer. You enter a different mindset when you teach, versus when you take class. You are on the lookout for the smallest details in your students’ technique and as convenient as it seems, it’s hard to press in to give yourself a good class since the actual goal is to develop the students’ skills.
While our mission team was in Mexico this past week, I received word that a giant in our faith had gone to be with the Lord.
Elisabeth Elliot, missionary, author, and wife of Jim Elliot died Monday June 15 in Massachusetts. She was 88 years old.
Ever since I read the story of her and her husband, along with several other couples, moving to Ecuador to reach the natives there, I’ve been captivated. Her words have brought encouragement at many times during my life. I’ve read several of
porte de bras.
awe-inspiring. Jesus praising. Soul.
that is why I dance.
Spring is here, or at least I heard someone say that she was and that always brings fresh air and fresh ideas. I’ve been reading lots (on my 12th new book since January 1st) but now I’m ready to do some writing again!
I got the itch to do some crafting this past weekend, after inspiration via a lovely blog. I found some of Liz Marie’s projects on Pinterest after finding her recipe for homemade laundry soap.
This is kind of a bucket list item. I don’t have deep personal convictions on wanting to make my own soap. I just want to try it and if I can save a little moola in the process, no complaints here.
I’ve linked her original projects in the text below.
So making laundry soap is on the to-do list, as well as sprucing up some planters for sweet little succulent plants I think someone is getting me for my birthday 😉 Stay tuned for those projects.
I made the cakestand and twine bowl (first and was decently pleased with the results for being a novice crafter. The afternoon did result in burned fingers, a broken bowl and candlestick, but when the hubby carried me out of the kitchen so I wouldn’t step on glass, again- can’t complain 😉
Below are the finished projects.