Thursday, April 9, 2015


I am so excited about smashbooking!

Hi, my name is Staci, and I am a crafter.  I obtain supplies and keep them in bins until I need them.  I have tools for scrapbooking, knitting, crochet, painting, jewelry making, I have a soldering gun, a wood burning tool, a glass cutter and gloves,  a bottle cutter, wire for floral decor, wire for jewelry, colored pens, markers, pencils, you name it, it's probably sitting in my garage just begging for attention.

I enjoy trying new things and if something doesn't click with me, I'll just keep it for "one day".  Hence, my collection.

I've always loved the idea of scrapbooking, it just did not click with me.  I enjoy taking pictures and capturing moments, but for the most part, those moments are stored in my computer ... every once in a while I'll blow one up, slap it on canvas, paint it, distress it, and make it fun.

SOOOOOOO ... when this Smashbook idea came out, I was thrilled!  But I didn't want to waste my money invest in something that I have tried and failed decided against.

However, this week we are having a Smashbook program and I was able to check out our already booming scrapbooking storage at church and pick up a few more things to allow our ladies to make their own Smashbooks.  I like the idea of putting my thoughts and memories down in a non-organized fashion, gluing pictures down, several on a page, slapping some ribbon or small crocheted flowers (of which I have many), buttons, painting, ticket stubs, or whatever is lying around.

THEN I found "Scripture Journaling" on Pinterest ...

And I am even MORE excited!!

I am excited about the adventure of studying Scripture and how it can be artistic and fun.  I love using color and pictures to accentuate life, and here is a fabulous way to do this.  All we need is our Bible, a journal, colored pencils or pens, and our open hearts and creativity. 

Alright ladies, here we go!!

Thursday, March 12, 2015

It is what it is.

As I sit waiting in the car pick-up line for Ella, I think back on the last two weeks and realize how quickly I have adapted to what is going on around me. I am comfortable getting up at 7:30, getting my coffee, feeding the animals, then relaxing on the couch until time to get dressed. I am getting used to having great people around me in the office as soon as I walk in who are eager to get things done. I am enjoying learning the connections of our corps folks and how they have enjoyed (or not enjoyed) the path God is leading them on. I know we are going to have a lot of fun here, we are going to continue with some struggles, and I welcome opportunities and challenges arms wide open. (I may need to read this line again in the future) God is in the business of doing great things and I am ready to jump right in. Pray with me for this glorious unfolding of Our journey together.

Monday, March 2, 2015

On we march!

Three weeks ago we received a phone call that would change the course of our lives.  Living in one town, working in another, hubby working in another, and not being able to stand beside him in ministry was tiring ... physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

We are now in the middle of the US just about to get dressed and go to work at the Salvation Army. We've done this before, we are familiar, we enjoy meeting new people and we are ready. We have had a few days with one of our sons, our daughter, our dog, and our cat, together CLOSELY driving 1200 miles, driving side-by-side, sleeping in hotel rooms, eating together, and enjoying mostly every minute of it. I am realizing how much fun I can have simply talking to my 22-year-old and how much he makes me laugh. I guess I didn't spend a whole lot of time with him when I was working 60-hour-weeks and he was working, as well.

We embark on a new adventure taking with us skills learned, people loved, and family missed. We know God has led us here and will continue to provide for us. (even though I still worry about the details) On we march!

Sunday, January 19, 2014

I can do that!

Yesterday Ella, Sammie, and I went to the Farmer's Market.  We had a great time seeing all the crafty things, the handmade items, the food, and the cookies.  The girls eyeballed something that made me think, "I can do that!"  I hate it when that happens.  Here is why … I get home, I look around for what I need to make that particular item, go and purchase what I don't have, start on the project, then I get distracted and never finish.  Therefore, I have about a million and one projects that have not been finished!!!!  And by the time I get to them, I'm no longer interested or my need is gone.  ):  so I'll start on something new and it happens all over again. 

Here's what they saw: 

Actually, this isn't the one … this is one off of Pinterest and although nice and pretty, the one they saw yesterday went a little further to gain the attention the desire of 9 year old girls by adding the fact that the jeans were pink, there were ruffles on the purse, and at the bottom, there was a fringe of rick rack and bobbles.  It was SO CUTE!!!  So I am now on the hunt for old pink, purple, blue, red, or simply blue, jeans to cut and sew into purses for my gals.  Among the other things I do every day then stop because I'm overwhelmed and then wonder why I don't get anything done.  (:

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Getting ready for Christmas

So this is what I do while we are driving down the road and I simply just HAVE to do something with myself. 

Stars galore!  I may use them for a garland, on Christmas cards, I'm just not sure yet.

Here is one of my favorites ... rolled up Shakespeare ... I have yet to add beads to the hanger.  That's for another weekend.

These little boogers are wooden hangers for curtains that were on clearance at Hobby Lobby .. although I'm not quite sure how they would have worked for curtains ... so I wrapped them in embroidery thread and topped them off with a teeny flower.  I will be adding a beaded hanger this weekend.  
Have fun working on your Christmas projects!

Friday, September 20, 2013

Kids .... our greatest joy and our greatest sorrow

Why do our children cause such heartbreak?  That's gonna be my first question to God when I see Him face to face.  Why did three of my four children, who were brought up the church, took part in Bible studies, listened to sermons and praise music and hymns galore, can answer pretty much any Bible question asked, make such poor choices in life?  I just don't get it.  Sometimes I feel like I just want to wrestle with God.

My mom and dad are preachers.  Still.  and have been for as long as I have been alive.  I respect that, I have participated in that, I have preached myself.  I have been in ministry since 1999 when my husband and I went into full-time ministry and preached, pastored, were counselors, music directors, money raisers, you name it, we did it.

I have cried myself to sleep when I thought one son would spend 35 years in prison due to 5 counts of attempted murder.  I have sat on a couch all night long waiting for my husband to call me and let me know if one son was still alive after an overdose.  I have called hospitals and jails to find my children when they didn't come home weeks at a time.  I have watched one son being taken out of our home in handcuffs.  I have watched one son struggle with keeping a job.  I still jump EVERY time I hear an ambulance or a police car, when someone calls and I don't recognize the number, and when the doorbell rings.  EVERY TIME.

I have drug dealers call my house.  I have found liquor, pot, cigarettes, lighters, spice, and papers in my home.  I have had most everything of value stolen from me and sold. When anyone comes to the house with their purse, I have to tell them to lock it up.  

All of this, yet, it breaks my heart to pieces when one of them is hurting.  It brings so much joy to my heart when I hear the uncontrollable burst of laughter and see the smile on his face that simply brightens up the whole room.  It tears me apart when I know he is hurting.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

The ride home

My heart breaks sometimes when I am at work. 

So many people are hurting, so many people are living a life that is impossible to do without hurting those closest to them.  It is painful to watch pain.  Even when a person doesn't even know they're in pain, it's hard to watch. 

I am a piece-fitter.  I am a figure-outer.  I am a end-finder.  But the pieces just don't fit.  It doesn't make sense.  The overanalyzing that I attempt ends in a fizzle. 

So on the ride home I try and fit these pieces together so that I can function in the world that has been created as my own.  I drive over the bridge and try to leave it all behind.  I want to be a good mother to my children.  I want to be a good wife to my husband.  I want to be a good friend to my friends and those around me.  I want to love them and let them know I care about them so much and that I would do anything to keep them safe.

... so I'm off to work again, ready to put the pieces together as my mind tries so hard to do, just knowing that I may not be able to.