- flowers come up -

I am full of earth
You are heaven’s worth
I am stained with dirt, prone to depravity
You are everything that is bright and clean
The antonym of me
You are divinity

But a certain sign of grace is this
From a broken earth flowers come up
Pushing through the dirt

You are holy, holy, holy
All heaven cries, “Holy, holy God”
You are holy, holy, holy
I wanna be holy like You are

- lovely flower pictures from my wonderful Erica and song from the fantastic David Crowder Band. Listen here - 

- you are so loved -

As usual, I'm behind on showing you a Christmas gift. This one was for my sister-in-law, who lives in DC (about 6 hours away from us). We miss her so much, so I thought a little memory board/shadowbox thing would be a great gift for her - I included some bits of lace, ribbon, and push pins for her to add photos of the kids and family that she doesn't get to see often. The box has a hinged glass lid, as you can see in the photo above, and is so nice and sturdy. I have another that I'm hoarding for myself. ;) 

I got the print here - and I also ordered this one for Delaney's room. I have had them favorited on Etsy forever, so when she had a buy one, get one sale before Christmas I couldn't resist. 

I did some messy stitching with my (then) new Sulky Blendables, and added in a few little felted balls. 

A free-motion stitched heart, and a piece of an old folding carpenter's ruler, just because I liked it. :) 

Now she has something to remind her of all of us even though she's hours (and lifestyles) away in the big city.