Rev. Hagee began his Blessing series today. He talked about the vast importance of blessing your children. I have known about that for years because it is in the Bible, and I have heard it preached many times. I hear parents saying the most awful things to their children. One thing almost all say is "he/she is spoiled rotten". Does anyone have a clue what the meaning of those words is they are speaking over their children? Of course, they mean they are very loved, but if that is the case, then that is what they should say. I quit saying it years ago when my Mother explained to me what I was really saying. I never said it about my kids, but I used to say it about my sister all the time. He gave all of us a blessing after the service which included families getting back together. I sure am holding on to that one. Then Jerry and I joined them in communion.
Some kind of Christian comedian is going to be there tonight, so I want to watch that online. They are usually really funny or really unfunny. Have you ever heard that real pretty lady comedian that calls her husband "left brain"? She is so funny!
I feel so horrible! You won't believe what I've done now. Well, maybe you will. Some poor lady named Trish left a comment on my sewing room Youtube video. She informed me that I had wasted ten minutes of her life with my blabbering on about my business and my friends, and she will never be able to get them back!
I have made that video "private" so I won't waste 10 precious minutes of anyone else's life as important as Trish. She is right, of course. I did talk a blue streak, but that is just me. I feel dumb just moving a camera around a room and not saying something. I beg you to forgive me if I have wasted any of your time. From now on, I need to put the following disclaimer on my videos:
The little clip is totally flat on the bottom, so it doesn't get in your way at all on the table.
See the little clips all around the quilt? This is the condition it is in right now. I will finish applying the binding to the backside tomorrow.
Jerry doesn't like the red binding. TOO BAD! It isn't coming off. I'll paint it with a black marker if he hates it too much. This quilt was suppose to have a red border BEFORE the black border, but it was just too big. I would not have been able to hang it on any of my "quilts allowed here" walls if it was even one inch longer. He is probably right. I tried black and red, and the red just looked more exciting to me, and it stopped the road.
Gotta get up and do some exercises and do something that doesn't require sitting in a chair. Tomorrow, I get to go to the Skin Clinic with Jerry. He is getting the stitches out of his nose, and I am getting strange dots burned off of my body. Look like freckles to me, but they are dark.
Wishing you a wonderful week ahead. My Boo Bear (grandson, John) turns 20 on July 4th! Does he have any idea how that ages me!