a little

bit more of a sneak peak

into what has me burning the midnight oil

gearing up for the queen bee market ONE WEEK

from today!

Super excited.

Also excited, it's so close to my parent's home.

It's going to be a bit of a family affair.

More on that soon!

Here's the info....Hope to see some of you San Diego friends there!

queen bee!

I have some exciting news.

It was buried deep in a post awhile back.

But I'm going to participate in my first Queen Bee market.

I had hoped to attend one before participating.

But alas, it looks like I'll be doing both at once!

And it's just a little under two weeks away.

Won't you join me?

Doing this is a strange sort of cycle of life,

taking me back to attending and participating in

craft fairs with my mom.

She was and is a skilled crafty lady and 

instilled a love for crafting in me at a very young age.

I loved going to the fairs.

Only this is even better.

It isn't old school 80's style.

It's hip, and fun, and loaded with

things I know I'll ooh and ahh over.

So doing this had been a little wish of mine.

But the timing never seemed to work out.

I could have let that happen again.

But I realized the timing really is never just right.

And life is always pretty full.

I prayed about it, I talked it over with my husband.

And we decided to just go for it.

So I've been staying up a bit too late

and working away on the weekends

to add new items and building my booth.

I've had little helpers...soon I'll do a post on that.

But I don't want to give away too much.

I started out with an original idea that

has sort of morphed into a more manageable one.

Isn't that always the case?  

But I still am really happy with it.

Here's a little sneak peak of some of the items

and set up ideas I've been playing around with for the market.

If you're in the area, I  hope you might

visit and stop by to say hello!

I'm so excited to meet other kindred spirits

and do some shopping myself.

Mother's day is just around the corner.  :)

not today

Go see this movie this weekend!

A friend of my son's, his uncle made it.

I have heard from this man's sister and mother

that it was not at all easy to get it in the theaters.

It is HUGE that it is.

And they need HUGE support this weekend.

You see, the opening box office weekend

matters in Hollywood.

And it's bigger than this movie, it's

sending a message that these kinds of

movies matter.

Movies made by Christians,

with a Christian message.

We must, must stand up where we can

to fight for Christ's message.

And stand up to fight for the hundreds of

thousands of boys and girls sold into

slavery every day.

Abroad.

Right here at home.

We have a problem of epic proportions

in this country, in this world.

And it's not ok.

So fight in ways you can.

And begin by supporting Not Today!

I hope to see some of you there.

insta friday we meet again

I have so many posts I could write, should write, one day hope to write.
But it seems right now all I manage are my insta friday recaps of the week.

Before I get to them, I want to touch on just a few things, just a few thoughts
that have been mulling in my mind and really deserve a post of their own.

I've been very contemplative about pain lately, and the lessons we learn through
the pain.  I have a friend struggling right now and I just want so badly to
reach her with a life raft, to help her feel the hope that comes on the other side.

I had several years in the not so distant past where there seemed to be
one trial after another.  Really big, heavy trials.  Not the little everyday things,
but the big, break your heart, flip your life upside down kind.

And I've learned through them that God is still God.  God is still good.
And that He builds us back up again, only better.  I'm better for the trials.
And I know so assuredly that God strengthened me through them and
because of them and my faith is stronger for it.  And my heart swells with
love and gratitude.

I've been thinking a lot about how things that used to scare me,
send my mind reeling, the lack of control, the unknown, the worry
over the future.  They just don't touch me the same anymore.

Because I feel His presence and I know it's going to be ok.
We pray, we seek His wisdom, we make the best decision
we can with the options given and then we put our next
foot forward and do the next thing He is asking us to do.
And I don't stew so much anymore.  I just know it'll be
ok.  Even if it turns out that my decision wasn't the best
or I made a mistake.  God knows my heart and knows I was
trying to do my best.  If there's no condemnation from Him,
then I better not get stuck condemning myself.

Because I've walked through what I thought could
destroy me and God held me through it, I know that He will
see me through anything.  I don't like thinking of future trials.
I know they're coming, because He said that they would.

And as I think of trials I pray against some of my fears, and I think
of poor Saeed Abedini being beaten and persecuted in an Iranian jail,
being asked to renounce his faith. And I think his is one of the worst
trials I could imagine.  I feel badly that I'm in my comfortable home,
with my family while he suffers so and his wife and children live each
day not knowing when they'll see him or how bad off he is.

But I have these reference points to know He is always right there with me,
He is always working things for good for those who love him.

"If God is for us, who can be against us?"  

Romans 8:31

No power of hell, no scheme of man can ever pluck me from His hand.
That line in "In Christ Alone" gets me every time.  It's like our battle cry.
The enemy doesn't win.  With that knowledge, here in the power of Christ I'll stand.
I pray you feel this strength too.

I've also been thinking, and please bear with me because this is going to sound
sort of silly, sort of juvenile I think.  Sort of like, duh, of course.  But let me just
say that it has taken me years and years to really get that I'm a child a God.

I used to think I needed to prove myself, be something, make a name for
myself in order to be ok.  I most certainly remember feeling that way in college
and out of college as I was pursuing my career.  I think there's a lot behind why
my mind thought that way that is too much to go into here.  But it was ingrained
pretty deep.  And having gone on to work as a television reporter it fed that
thinking.

Becoming a mom changes us all in a myriad of ways.  It most certainly
did me.  And I'm absolutely grateful for it.  The transition was not easy.  That's
a whole other post for another day.  But I've been thinking about some of the
situations I've been in lately with meetings amongst political and social activists
where I felt like I didn't even know some of the pundits they were making jokes
about or discussing.

I felt a bit like a mom whose head is slightly in the sand.
But that sand is deep into dyslexia and curriculums, and therapies,
and science experiments, and organic gardening, and chicken feed,
and puppy training, and navigating life with a tween, and how
the heck do I meal plan so that we're not always throwing things
together or having to stop somewhere at the last minute.

Right now, to keep my sanity, I prefer to spend
my free time creating rather than watching Fox News and CNN.
I probably could use being a little more political.  I find so much of it so frustrating
and it gets me worked up and I feel a bit powerless.  I let my husband watch the
shows and summarize for me.  And I know that's kind of pathetic.
I do.

But my bigger point is that in this dinner meeting where I was not once asked
what I did or really anything about myself I had this interesting epiphany.  The old
me would have felt really insignificant.  It would have bothered me.  But I sat there
and literally told myself, (in my head of course) "You are a child of God Jackie and you will
sit here and smile, but you will not let this touch you."  And do you know it worked.
This may sound small, but it was a big thing for me.  To be able to feel that sense of
confidence that being a child of God is really all that matters.  Because I matter to Him.

On my freelance jobs where people cater to those who are 'somebody'  I see the insecurity
on the young girl's faces.  The short skirts and high heels.  The attempt to win
approval with those assets rather than their minds.  And maybe this is part of being
in my fourth decade of life and knowing I'm really not in that realm anymore.
I know the 20 year old me would have felt like she also needed to compete, to keep up,
to get ahead.  And it's just so freeing knowing that God is the one who defines me.
And this gives me such a passion for helping my kids know this truth, really know it
in their hearts and heads from a much earlier age than me.

And not just my children, but anyone who'll hear.  It's part of why I write here,
why I feel the need to make sure I get these thoughts out of my head.  We're all
to use our pain, our trials, the lessons we've learned, and the way God has healed to
comfort others, to keep the truth of Jesus' love, God's provision, the gospel story alive.


To share with our children, our neighbors, strangers, all nations, the freedom that comes from
giving it all away to follow after Jesus.


Oh how I love this scripture.  It sums it up best.

"Praise be to the God and Father of our lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort that we ourselves receive from God.  2 Corinthians 1:3-4

So that was a bit more than a little bit on the thoughts swirling around in this noggin.

Now..back to the previously scheduled INSTA Friday!
Have I told you that my son has Siri call me "I'm addicted to instagram."
I kind of am.  I love playing with the filters.  I don't have it public, but if
you're a friend from here feel free to look me up under willowofwonder.

When I last left you we were busy working on our vegetable garden.

The next day this garden girl joined us digging her hands and

feet in the dirt.

And I've been on this mad craze for pallets, 

cause this momma's on a mission.  

More on that soon.

But these slightly obsessed driving detours have had my kids in stitches.

Picture me running around in high heel wedges loading

these mighty heavy (did you know how heavy some of them can be) 

contraptions into my car.

I think we're done, but in the meantime I've created a whole

pinterest board on things you can do with pallets.

Because well, I've discovered they come in different weights 

and sizes and I won't be able to use them all for my intended

project so I may as well recycle them in other ways.

My husband, he's not completely on board.

I think he'd rather they go to the dump.

Maybe we can find a compromise. :) 

Monday we had this weird windy weather and ominous sky that

was rather beautiful to me.

And this little lady.   

This is what she does each night.  And when I 

stop rubbing her tummy she flops her head dramatically 

and gives a little whine.  It's endearing and

clearly works.  Cause I'm a sucker for that sweet face.

And this is what her mornings look like.

Pair this stance with the loudest guttural, frantic whine

bark noise while pacing back and forth.

You see there are these two little squirrels that

literally seem to enjoy taunting her.

See him right there eating his little acorn

while staring at her.

Our Tuesday consists of dropping their brother off at school, and then going to

our bible study homeschool room nearly two hours before it starts and doing school with them.

It's quiet and we get a lot done.

After bible study a group of the kids have lunch

and play while the moms get to chat too.

Then it's time to pick up big brother and take him 

to his game.  Now that he's in majors that games

can go 2 1/2 hours which means getting home around

7:00, which means a late dinner, bedtime routine

for everyone.  Remember how I said I'm struggling

to plan ahead the way I should with dinner.  This

is one of those nights.  I MUST get better about

starting the crock pot in the morning.

I made mention on instagram and will here too.

It has been six straight years that every week, usually

multiple times a week these girls have played with 

friends and on these bleachers for half of the year

and sometimes all year round.  This is something

I did not grow up experiencing.  I know it has

taught them lots of patience.  So far not so much

of a love of sports.  But they sure to love supporting

their brother.

Wednesday they get to join these great friends for

homeschool gymnastics.  I realize I'm really

lucky to have found such great programs for

homeschoolers here in our general area.  

I would have never guessed they existed.

And this whole misnomer that homeschool kids don't

get socialization.  It's just so misunderstood.  Not

only do they have plenty of it, they have too many

opportunities that we have to turn down in order

to get school done.  

I'm going to get on a little bit

of a soap box here.  But I know both, I live

both at the same time currently.  The homeschool world

and the regular school world.  

And would you know, my son,

the one who is in school

gets less socialization than the girls do.

He gets to talk with his friends for 15 minutes at

the one recess they get and then there's a 45 minute 

lunch in which they spend half the time eating and half

the time playing.  Aside from that he does not get

to talk with or socialize with his friends..and if he does he gets in trouble.

That's a whole other post. 

Because one thing I do think about traditional schools is that 

the majority are not made for boys who squirm

and fidget and have an energy that needs more 

breaks and more opportunities to socialize than they're given.

The majority just can't sit still and listen and pay attention to the degree expected.

And another thing is the socialization you have to UN-DO

from the school day.  Any mom with a child in

school can tell you there are plenty of unkind or inappropriate socializations

that take place on the playground, in the hallways.  Things the teachers don't 

see or hear that aren't addressed when they happen.

I know that's life and some of you would say

they have to learn to handle it.

I am not a strict advocate for either way.

I think both have pros and cons.

I think everyone needs to do what's best for their

child, their family, and their circumstances.

But I do get frustrated by the judgment and misconception

about homeschooled kids.

Because thinking they lead these sad lonely little lives 

where they don't interact with friends is so off base.  

Life is never again going to be about segregating the majority of the

day with only people our age.

Life is visiting neighbors, talking with the postman,

working through conflicts together as a family and

as co-workers all from different walks of life.

And there is nothing wrong

with having a parent help guide a child in how to handle

conflict when they aren't ready to do it maturely on their own yet.

So, off my soap box now.

Here the girls are socializing with Piper (just kidding)

while they create sentences with magnetic letters.

 And this little number line leap frog is one of my favorite tools

for my visual learner.

 Oh and this lady Halle...she is the highlight of their week.

Both of them are progressing so quickly.

 And my animal whisperer here is just smitten.

I love what these lessons are doing for her

confidence.  She has no fear.

They began riding completely on their own today

and are beginning to learn how to jump.

And finally...I'm so super excited about this

stamp I had custom made from Stamp Out Online.

I wanted a sort of thank you stamp

for packaging and knew I wanted to include

Romans 15:13.

Because I just love everything about it.

I could highlight and dissect and pick out

so many gems in this one scripture

that speak to me in such a huge way.

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace

as you trust in him

so that you may overflow with hope

by the power of the Holy Spirit.

These little muslin bags will house something new

coming in the shop.  I'm working on a whole

lot of new inventory for a special event.  I'm going

to be a part of the Queen Bee Market in Oceanside

on May fourth.  And that means, I've got a deadline.

I've mentioned here before, I work well with

deadlines.  I can't wait to show you and then

to have these things in the shop too!

Whew..now that was a long post.

If you made it this far, thanks for sticking with me.

Here's the link for more fun with insta friday!

insta friday - a tad late again

I guess it's better late than never.

This has been my son's spring break.

The days have gone so fast.

And while we never managed to go on a road trip.

We had lots of fun at home.  Lots of things I didn't photograph.

There were lots of projects,

trampoline jumping, and plain ol' relaxing.

It felt good to not have a whole lot on the agenda.

First..finally all three of our 'feathered' girls are laying an egg a day..

and I finally had enough surplus to gift our neighbors with some. 

We're getting more and more double yoke eggs.

Which means, one of those is enough for me.

The girls keep on loving horseback riding lessons.

One of these days I'm going to write a full post

on how these lessons and the gymnastics classes

have improved my middle daughters strength and confidence.

It has been amazing to watch the progress.

I've been doing some freelance work.

This job was for a new pilot, doing interviews to promote the show.

This was going to be the first year all three of my kids were in school and

I thought the year I could return more to the work force.

When I felt him leading me to take on homeschooling, I just knew that if God 

meant for me to continue my freelance work, 

that he would provide a way.  

But I really did say goodbye to it mentally.

I let it go knowing I needed to seek after Him and his will first, 

and if it was His will these other things would fall into place.  

And things have been working out.  

It has taken some juggling and some late nights, 

But God has made a way.  And that's a praise.

These pretty colors have been the source of lots

of painting fun for my girls.

They had one afternoon to let loose at sky high.

And it was time for him and me to get our hair cut!

During his baseball practice the girls and I hit

Home Depot.  I'm on a mission with a few projects.

More on that soon.

But for now, look at these

super helpful helpers.

Who make even outings to Home Depot fun.

Seriously, wish I could just bust out dancing whenever the mood strikes.

They also happily make a large job not seem so bad.

This momma is not typically a power tool kind of girl, 

but like I said I'm on a mission.

My husband so kindly set me up, showed me what

to do and then took our son to his game.

So it was up to me...and my helpers.

I already showed you our trip to get veggies.

Well, the week rounded out with lots of digging in dirt.

My middle child was on a daddy date.

So it was mostly me and this little lady.

This is her hard at work farmer girl look.

Piper kept trying to help..ah hem..sort of.

And when his game was finished he helped too.

We're still not done, but the sun went down.

And it was time to call it a day.

I felt like I worked out.

In that good kind of way.

Be patient, therefore, brothers,

until the coming of the Lord.

See how the farmer waits for 

the precious fruit of the earth,

being patient about it,

until it receives the early 

and the late rains.

You, also, be patient.

Establish your hearts, 

for the coming of the Lord is at hand.  

James 5:7-8