Quilting Furies

I am in the process of making a quilt that I designed myself. Yesterday I sewed 8 nine-patches that took a little more than 2 hours to assemble. After sighing with relief with the thought that I was half way done, another thought hit me. “The blocks look a little big. They don’t match the size of the plain blocks. I measured them twice, they can’t be wrong. NOOOO!!!” So I spent the whole afternoon yesterday undoing and correcting all that I had done that morning. Very frustrating! When and if I ever finish the quilt, I will post a picture of it.

Last weekend, as in a week ago, not yesterday, Caleb, Dad, and I traveled to Huntsville for a Missions Trip. Briarwood planned a Missions Trip to Lincoln Village and Caleb and I were allowed to attend. After arriving we took a tour of the Village and then divided into groups and I spent all of Saturday afternoon painting. I think that if I see another can of blue paint, I just might scream. On Sunday we attended Southwood PCA, which is the sister church of Briarwood. That afternoon, we went to “the farm”, cooked hot dogs and burgers and roasted marsh mellows. During the time in Huntsville, I hung out with Abby (I took a poetry class with her), Laura (she says we took a babysitting class together, and she does seem familiar, but I am still drawing a blank), MK (Mary Katherine), Memphis (his real name is Kevin), Josh and Josh’s brother (sorry, I am drawing another blank on his name as well). All together, it was fun and was filled with laughter. Dad took some pictures while we were there and I will post those as well once I transfer the pictures to Dad’s laptop.

Well, if I ever want my quilt finished, I better go get started on it. Again.

Ronja

My cousin Ronja and I have been e-mailing back and forth this past week and I have been strongly encouraging her to say yes and come to the US. For those of you who do not know Ronja, she is one of my cousins who lives in Denmark. She has a brother (Mikkel) who graduated this year, but her decision does not concern him. Ronja and her parents are trying to decide if she should come and be an exchange student for a year. That means she would live here with my aunt and uncle and go to school with Jessie (another cousin) for a year. And English would become her primary language. Tough! Even though it would be tough, I think it would be awesome to have her here for a year! Don't you!?!

The complicated question

I chose my Blog name, Who am I, because that is the question Mom has asked me almost everyday of my life. Who are you? She asks me when I am happy and when I am sad, when I am in a wonderfully cheerful mood, and when all I want to do is cry. I have tried answering the question; I am Kara, daughter of Jenny and Eric, eldest child of four. But the only answer she will accept is, I am a princess, daughter of the King. And it is true. I am a princess, and my father is the Most High God, YHWH (I AM). This, I have come to realize, covers only part of the question Who am I? If you stop and think for a minute, you realize that it is a very complicated question. As every human being does, I am starting to grapple with that question, and what its application are on my life. I pray that in the years to come the answer will become clearer and that God’s will for my life will be done.