Kitchen

As I sit here in my beautiful kitchen, I know it won't always be this way.
I know change is coming and although at this time I do not know what the change will look like or how it will all play out I do know that you, Lord are in the midst of it.

I won't forever find quiet moments in this kitchen where so many memories have been created. There will be other kitchens, new memories.

I look forward to those new adventures, changes and memories, but my heart is quite content in this moment to linger in this kitchen for many more memories and years.

I know that is not what You have called me to. I know you're comforting and caring voice whispers to my anxious soul "Sara my dear, keep a light touch on the things of this world, for they are just things."There are moments when I nod my head in agreement to those words and my heart says "Yes and amen!"

Then there are moments when I want to clench my fists, hurl myself onto the floor and throw the ugliest, most selfish tantrum a 33 year old can get away with. Why? Because I just don't want to let go. I just don't want to say goodbye to 4 1/2 years of life, friendships, memories, people, places and emotions. I want to horde it all. I want to sit at my kitchen counter f o r e v e r, putting my greedy hands all over the things of this world . . . the things that make up my world.

I know that You are not asking me to act as if it never was. You do not require me to give up those memories, friendships, years of life. . .quite the contrary, they have all been gifts from you. Treasured gifts. Each one so meaningful and cherished, never would you ask me to cash it all in.

It's just that loosening my grip on them and surrendering myself to You so that the next move, the coming change, the moving forward will be easier, is really no easy task. It's hard and it hurts.

I know there is another kitchen counter somewhere waiting for me. To sit in the quiet and meet with you. To share a cup of tea and stories with a new friend. Cookies to be rolled out and baked by the growing boys you've gifted to me.

I know that my new kitchen will hold more memories that will grip my heart. I know, because you are faithful and gracious to me. You always have been. You always touch the deepest part of my heart and soul with the little things that are overlooked by others but mean the world to me. Especially when my world is foreign and new and awkward,  You always bless me in such intimate ways.

It is here in the afternoon winter sun while I sit at my counter, while my children are quiet and all is still that I nod my head in agreement and bow my heart in humility.

I feel the changes coming.
They draw closer every day.
My heart is so very anxious.
My head is completely overwhelmed.
My emotions are an unsettled mess.
My fingers white knuckled and gripping the things of this world. . .

It is now that I humbly ask you to help me. . . daily, moment by moment.

May I cherish each memory, person, and friendship that you have gifted to me. May I look to you the Gift Giver and remember how good you are, how loving you are, how gracious you are.

That no matter what may come, no matter where my kitchen is in this world, the memories created there, or who meets with me there. . .

You will always meet me there. You desire to do so. You welcome these quiet moments together, You and I.

As we meet there and as You gently remind me to keep a light touch on the things of this world, you beckon me to grip with all of my might onto the Creator of this world.

Wherever my kitchen,I know . . . I will always find you there.

 ". . . and be content with what you have, for he has said, "I will never leave you nor forsake you." 
Hebrews 13:5

Sparks in the Kiln: Let's try this again, shall we?

I love to write.

I am full of grammatical errors, spelling mistakes, and guilty of over using ". . ." if you can handle that, I welcome you!

This blog was created to display my current pottery and art work, not at all to get it "Pinned" or "Liked".  This Sparks in the Kiln was just a place for my friends and family to see what I've been up to in my pottery and crafting.

I've neglected it for nearly a year, and really it's not such a big deal. I, like most of you have 5.2 billion other things that are calling my attention. Two of them literally call my attention. . . they are nearly 7 and 3 and it sounds like this "Muuuuuuum" "Mummmmmyyyyyy".

I've decided I need a space not only to share my art, but also my love of writing.

I can't promise you it will make much sense, be pretty, or even entertaining. It may just be something I am learning at the moment. I may just share a mum moment or you might get a pouring out of the heart.  I don't know, we shall see.

I would just like to say that no matter what I put on this blog: pottery, art, writings, know this. . . it's from the heart.  I will not rant or talk politics. I will not tear down others. I will not bash our president. I will not talk fashion, make up or hair, because listen I am no fashion expert! ( I may break that rule if I get my haircut and I feel like the world needs to know!)   I will share my faith. I will talk about Jesus. I will share my story.

The www. is a pretty big and scary place when you decide to put your words out there for anyone to read! I am happy for you to read, otherwise I wouldn't be here. I just ask that if ever you read something you don't agree with, let's just agree to disagree.  I'm not here to argue or debate. I am here to write from my heart, about my life, where I have been and what I am learning.

So here I go, I'm going to try this whole blog thing again!

If all that didn't just scare you off feel free to follow Spark in the Kiln!

I'm glad you are here and I thank you for reading.

Sara

Sparks in the Kiln: In Memory of Caleb

Sparks in the Kiln: Kiddo Birthday Gifts

There are so many kid birthday parties once your child is in school!

I've tried to make some gifts to cut back on cost and overloading children with toys.

Here are a few recent gifts:

Decoupage jewelry boxes.

 This recipe makes HEAPS!
I fill large mason jars and keep it on hand for last minute gifts! 

It's not overly sweet, so if you like your cocoa sweeter you may want to add some extra conf. sugar.

Sparks in the Kiln: Paintings

A few paintings I've done this year for gifts.

This is the painting that I was wishing for an easel.

Sparks in the Kiln: Scripture Bunting, Oh How I Love Thee

Last year was a rough year for me, during one of the really rubbish times my sweet girlfriends back home sent me 2 buntings both bursting with scriptures written by them.

It has to be one of my most favorite and cherished gifts, the beautiful Words of the Lord, comforting me and encouraging me every time I look up above my kitchen sink and at my bathroom mirror. And to see the different hand writing of each of my cherished friends. I love it.

It's inspired me to make a few of my own to send off to some pretty special ladies.

Sparks in the Kiln: Crafting Sisterhood

Oh the catching up I have to do here at Sparks in the Kiln!!

So this year I decided I was going to create a once a month craft night for some of my close friends.  It's a small group of ladies whom I love and adore.  After last years ups and downs, and really struggling to invest in others when I felt like such a mess myself, I decided to make up for lost time, conversations and crafting.

So I plan a craft or two or three, buy the supplies, make a dessert and invite the ladies on over. The real magic behind the night are the conversations, laughs, and friendships. . . and sometimes we actually complete a project.

After the first gathering, we decided to take turns planning craft: 

First session: we made picture frame dry erase boards and bok choy stationary

Second session: We went with an Asian theme, Pauline taught us how to make fried rice and I planned washi tape crafts: 

stationary ,  jewelry, candle holders

Third session: Rachel taught us how to make our own, all natural, chemical free hand creams.

Behold, the crafting sisterhood.

Session #1: As a new Pinterest addict (can we say time sucking vortex?) 

 I found most of our craft ideas for the night there. 

First session: overly organized and stoked.

Session #2 : Pauline taught us how to make fried rice. You all need to know that she happens to make the best fried rice ever. I think I fell in love with Pauline when she brought me several batches of fried rice after Sammie was born, I hardly knew her then. It was such a blessing, super good and a major comfort food after having a baby on the other side of the world. We also celebrated Grandma Bekah's birthday!

I love this girl! 

I mean really, who can laugh like that with a knife!! 

Not me people, not me.

FODMAP friendly: no onion or garlic, made with gluten free soy sauce. . . 

Gosh I love Pauline and her fried rice is the bomb! 

Session #3: Rachel my most favorite hippie friend taught us how to make our own lotions with no chemicals. Note:

 Rachel is also my friend that always smells the best. . . just sayin.

No offense other friends ;) 

 Happy Hippies.

 This would be Catherine: she is my friend who always has the best facial expression. always.

 There was HEAPS of stirring done that night.

 Counting essential oil drops is serious business. 

 Catherine can stir all these ingredients into lotion super fast.

 I think it's her mutant power.

 Bekah in full blown concentration . . . we take lotion making very serious. 

I think deep down we're all hippies.

 Still stirring.

The sad nes is, one of the sisters will be leaving us really soon. Lotion night was our last craft night with Grandma Bekah . . . I can't even think about it. Makes my heart terribly sad to be saying good bye (for now) to such an important part of our life here in Oz.  I'll save the rest for another blog post.