Carving with Wood.

Yesterday, I posted the pictures of my woodwork that was on my tablet. Today, I am on my laptop and I have some carvings to share. I found carving much too hard on this pine wood. I won’t use pine again. I used a Dremel for sawing, carving and sanding. I love my Dremel.

I find branches in the forest and use them. My first project was the birds. Cutting those birds out of firewood took me a long time. The wood is very hard.

The wood family is my husband, me and our two daughters. I gave this one to my younger daughter.

My older daughter asked me to make her some owls. They will be sitting on the branch soon. 

The three women are made from three sheets of balsa wood.

The wood in the photo is cedar, which was only around $4. I’m using it for the backdrop for paintings or perhaps will try to carve some of it. I’ll see how hard it is. If I need a jackhammer, I won’t use it for carving.


A friend at asked me to publish pics of my woodwork. Here are some examples

I made the fairy house out of firewood. It was very hard wood. I used a dremel to cut it and chisels to shape the rooms. The ocean scene is a piece of firewood, painted and I made the whales from balsa wood. The balsa was very thin, so I drew on the whales on three sheets of balsa, cut them out with an exacto knife and glued them together. Then I sanded and painted.

The piece in the back is firewood. I evened off the top. The houses in front are made by scraps of firewood. I love working with wood. I think about Jesus being a carpenter sometimes and how that job suited him, since he is creative.

Being Still.

For God alone my soul waits in stillness. From him comes my salvation.

He only is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold, so that I will not be utterly shaken.

To God alone, be still my soul; from him comes all my hope. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold, so that I shall not be shaken.

In God is my salvation and my glory; my mighty rock and my refuge is God. Trust in him always, O people; pour out your heart before him, for God is our refuge.

Once God has declared it, twice I have heard the same, that power belongs to God, and yours Lord, is faithful love.

For you yourself reward everyone according to their deeds.”  

Psalm 62 (abridged)

Unless I Believed.

“I would have lost heart unless I believed that I would see the Lord in the land of the living.”  Psalm 27:13

“Blessed be the Lord, because he has heard the voice of my supplications.

The Lord is my strength and my shield;

My heart trusts in him and I am helped.

Therefore my heart greatly rejoices,

And with my song I will praise him.”     Psalm 28:6,7

I was with Diane, a friend of my mother’s, today. We were talking about Mom and how she was doing. Diane said, “I don’t  know how people get through life without God.”

My mother and I have said the same thing on numerous occasions. I honestly cannot imagine living a life apart from him. To know he hears my every whisper. To know he will always help me when I ask. To know death is not the end of everything, but is a beautiful beginning… I’m  so grateful to God.


Keeping Mom Comfortable.


After taking my mom from the medical rehabilitation facility, the government sent a nurse to our house to evaluate her. They wanted to know if she could exercise and teach me how to take care of her. The nurse was lovely. She met the family and then went into Mom’s room and talked with her and me.

She could see Mom was too weak and sick to do any exercises. She explained how much easier it would be for me to take care of mother if we had a hospital bed. She said the Red Cross loaned them for no cost for 6 – 9 months. After that we have to buy our own. So, we ordered one from the Red Cross. We also are able to have two nurse’s aides come and give mother a bath once a week and take care of her for three hours while my husband and I go out. The cost is covered by the government.

Mom’s infection was cured; now she is just tired and wants to sleep day and night. She isn’t eating anything, but drinks water, Boost and orange juice. I have read that when we are dying, we no longer have an appetite. This is our body helping us die peacefully.

My husband, daughters and granddaughters have been helping me. Mom is restless and wants to turn over in bed often. Actually this is good for her because of bed sores. I would have to move her every two hours anyway. When she had the infection she wanted to be turned about every 15 minutes. That was extremely tiring. My husband and I took turns so we could sleep.

I bought a book called, “Meditating on the Psalms,” by John Eaton. I’ve been enjoying it very much. He writes about “alphabetic” or “ acrostic” Psalms. The poet begins the song with the A of their alphabet and each line begins with the next letter. I thought I would try to write one myself. Here it is:

All the Lord does is beautiful.

Beautiful in love, wisdom and mercy.

Call upon the Lord, and he will hear you.

Depend on his saving grace.

Everything that breathes, the Lord has made.

From the ant to the whale, God made us all.

He reigns in the heavens.

In his throne room, he rules over all.

Justice and righteousness are the foundation of his throne.

Keep your eyes, heart and mind upon the Lord.

Look on him who is perfect.

Many are his marvelous words and works.

Never lean upon man; lean upon God.

Open your heart to him.

Pour out your thoughts and sorrows.

Quietly, he will strengthen you.

Rest in his everlasting love.

Surely, he will save your soul.

Tenderly he will lead you.

Under the shadow of his wings you will find refuge.

Vast are his thoughts towards you.

Why should we worry or be troubled?

eXalt his name in all the earth.

Your heart he will fill with peace and love.

Zion is his habitation and from there he will reign over us.

Mom is Dying.

didn’t know there were stages in dying until I searched with Google tonight. My mother is passing through the initial stage and has moved on to one of the symptoms of the final stage. She feels restless and needs to change her position in bed. Every 3 or 4 minutes.

She needs my help to do this, so I’m  sitting beside her bed reading up on how we humans die and how to do the best I can for her. I want her to be comfortable and peaceful.

My mom broke her hip, had an operation and was sent to a rehab facility. She was supposed to stay there a week, but as my sister Liz said to my mom two days ago, “This is a prison break, Mom. We’re  busting you out of here.”

From the first hour she was there, it was like they didn’t see her as an individual, but as just another sick person needing physiotherapy. She turned 90 while in the hospital. Do you think they might have realized how frail and weak she was? It didn’t seem like it at all.

My sister told me they had her sit in a hard chair at a table in the dining room. Dinner still hadn’t  arrived 45 minutes later. My mom felt so awful my sister took her to her room. Luckily, Sis had brought some food for Mom and she ate a bit. My daughter complained about this, but they said that’s  the way things were done.

I came the next morning. My mother was in a wheelchair staring out the window. She said she needed to use the washroom. I rang for a nurse who began berating Mom, saying she had just taken her 10 minutes earlier. I decided Mom had to come home.

Once at home, the facility called and told us Mom had a bladder infection. That was why she needed to go to the bathroom every 15 minutes. We have the antibiotic and are giving it to her.

Mom quit eating anything yesterday. The day before she only had chicken broth. She hasn’t been eating enough for months. One thing she made me promise was to never, ever let anyone force-feed her if she was dying.

Mom didn’t want to drink yesterday, but is drinking water today. She has no interest in anything but trying to sleep. It’s  11:22pm and I’ve changed her position at least 20 times since I began writing. I  might be up all night, but I just feel blessed by God that I can help my mom leave this life like she helped me to enter it. New moms don’t  get much sleep either.






Mom at the Hospital.

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My mother in grade 12 in Alberta, Canada.

Hi Everyone. I thought I’d let you know how my mom is doing. Well, she’s a trooper. She is very weak, but in good spirits. Her memory is bad. She doesn’t remember why she is in the hospital, but that doesn’t seem to bother her. I told her yesterday, “You broke your hip and had an operation.”  She said, “That’s more information than I wanted.”

I’m not sure if she will ever be able to move back in with us as she is so weak and can’t walk. Whatever the Lord wills is good with her and me. She is happy at the hospital because my mother is happy no matter what is happening.

“Your love, Lord, extends to the heavens.

Your faithfulness reaches to the skies.

Your righteousness is like the highest mountains.

Your justice like the great deep.

You, Lord, preserve both people and animals.

How priceless is your unfailing love, O God!

People take refuge in the shadow of your wings.

They feast on the abundance of your house;

You give them to drink from your river of delights.

For with you is the fountain of life.

In your light we see light.”

Psalm 36:6-9