Baked to perfection

Limp,wrinkled,clean.
The temperature:90 degrees.
"Perfect," I said, wiping my brow.
I smell them one last time,
before baking.

Shaping tents,
I almost convince myself
to join the childhood adventure
and pretend the morning away;
but no,
housework calls.

Returning 6 hours later,
I touched them.
I peeled them off the line,folding
with a "snap!"
This is where I will dream,
under sun-baked tents:
stiff, smooth, clean.

Get thee to bed, woman!

In an attempt to reclaim this blog as Fairvilla Faithful's and not just Princess Fiona's journaling, I will jot a few words. :)

At 2am on Tuesday I fell into bed having returned from a fabulous time in Romania. A glutton for punishment, I went back to work on Tues. at 8am! Someone should tell me I'm crazy!

I am so happy to be home, even though I enjoyed Romania and would have no trouble living there as long as the weather stayed like it was all year long. Maybe now I can eat dinner at a regular time instead of some time between 10:30pm and 12am!

I'll write later about the amazing times of ministry but tonight I must go to bed early or else I really will get sick. So I'll sign off and wish you all a "Napta Buna."

Overwhelmed with You

I am overwhelmed with things to do in the next 3 days before I leave for Romania....some will be enjoyable, others will be mundane or tedious.

A friend of 5 years...a fellow fairvilla lady departed this morning. 4:30am...a warm, silent morning until the birds broke into song around 5. The reality still hasn't hit me that she's not coming back...I don't think it really will until I'm in Romania...or maybe not until I return home to find she is not here.

I enjoy the song: "Catch My Tears" tonight.

"I am nothing, yet you bid me come to you. Lord Almighty. As I come I'm overwhelmed with you.

Humbly now I break the silence as I'm weeping in your prescence. I'm so wretched, overwhelmed with you.

Your blood of redemption, is covering my shame. And your voice that shakes the heavens is whispering my name. And as you catch my tears with your nail scared hands. I'm overwhelmed. I'm overwhelmed with you. I'm overwhelmed......I'm overwhelmed with you."

It is my prayer tonight that I might be overwhelmed by His prescence, lifted by His love, and comforted by His strength.

May you too, Princess, be overwhelmed. I love you!