Simple things: Day 16-πŸ’― days of JOY

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l sat on the porch and sewed up a hole in my daughter’s sweater today. It’s January, for crying out loud!  I am one who actually loves snow, and I feel anxious about winter not lasting past December. For whatever reason , I psychologically need a full four seasons each year. 

However, it did feel lovely to sit on the porch and sew. It reminded me of my parents and what they taught me. I don’t have great skills at many handy homemaking tasks, but they taught me the basics, enough to be able to figure things out for myself much of the time. 

For that, I am so very grateful. My parents and family were far from perfect, but I did know I was loved, and both mom and dad valued learning and taught me a little about a lot of things. 

Dad taught me to check all my fluids in my car and how to take your time while winding up a long extension cord after working in the yard. Mom taught me how to sew on a button and mend a hole, as well as basic medical knowledge. They taught me how to think through things logically and what to do in a crisis. 

Life was simpler then, and sitting on the porch in my rocker, sewing, reminded me of it all, and I remembered my growing up years with joy. 

About Tara Lea

I'm a mom and wife first and foremost. I offer Life Coaching, as well as speaking for church retreats, while writing and teaching as opportunities become available. Writing, speaking, teaching, and coaching are my means for fulfilling my life calling of helping others fit together the pieces of their lives so they can move closer to becoming all God means for them to be.

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