In honor of our freedom protectors

     Far away in a distant land is a warrior protecting me and all I know, love and live for. He serves with dedication.

     At times he is weary and worn from the long hard day he has endured but that does not squelch his dedication.

     He is strong, strong in spirit and in body. Though heat of day bears down on him, he perseveres. Though the cold of night may catch him, he continues on.

     You may ask, Is he a man of integrity?

In my mind he is.

      Is he a man of honor?

In my mind he is.

      Is he man of passion?

In my mind he is.

      Is he a man of compassion?

In my mind he is.

      Is this warrior real?

Yes, he is very real.

      Every morning and night I pray for him. It may be unhealthy but it seems he is in my thoughts most of the time of late. Maybe it’s because he needs protection or maybe it’s more…something of a higher level or reason. If so; I have him covered in prayer and am with him in thought and in spirit.

      This warrior; I call him friend.

Pieces, Patches

Planning, cutting, sewing stitch by stitch.

A puzzle, artwork, I've found my niche.

Pieces, patches of every hue.

Let me sew a quilt for you.

A story can be spun and told,

In colors, pastel or bold.

In another world, I dwell.

When needle and thread I do wield.

by Sonia R. Parham

Copyright © 2009

Redesigning my sewing area

I am at the point where I need to redesign for improvement and efficiency.   My quilting area is very small so I will be going vertical.   I will post pics when I get done.   If you have any suggestions for setting up a sewing area in a small space.  Please share them.

redesigning for the good of quilting,
Sonia

Taking A Leap

The wind blew up the canyon walls lifting her hair away from her tear stained face. Her toes hung over the edge as she stood there shaking, looking down into the canyon’s depths.

The wind blew harder and rocked her back. She caught her balance and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

“I know I shouldn’t be afraid!” she said, her voice echoing across the canyon.

Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy.

“Okay, I will do this for Your glory!”

Backing away from the edge she turned and walked seven steps. Turning back, taking a deep breath, she took off running and leapt high into the air letting the wind fill the fabric of her hang glider and lift her higher.

Her laughter rang out as she glided down to the crowd waiting. The printing on her glider fabric shone in the sunlight.   JESUS LOVES YOU!




Do you ever fear taking that first step when God is calling you to do something?

Don’t be afraid.

Take that step and leap in faith, God will lift you and carry you through.




God bless and keep you,

Sonia

Unconditional

Chosen one,
Here to save,
Repent my child,
In blood 'twas paid,
Streaming red to the ground,
Thorns on head for a crown,

Joy in my life,
Everlasting peace,
Serenity; not strife,
Utmost love for me,
Savior of mine,

Sin can not conquer,
Amazing grace,
Voice speaking softly,
Enlightenment takes place,
Security I find.
             Sonia Parham   5/3/02

The Candle and its Flame

It hisses to life with an amber glow, casting small shadows on the wall. Steady and strong only to bend when the slightest change comes its way; it is ever adaptable to change. So beautiful and mesmerizing as it moves and breathes pulling you into to it‘s world. It is controllable at this point, burning low and quiet but has the potential to be become so much more. It‘s soul purpose is to burn, hot and all consuming. The wick bends under its heat as the wax melts at its onslaught. Without this wick and wax, it would be uncontrollable, consuming everything in its path, growing with each piece it consumes until there is no more.

It is a teacher of sorts, showing the importance of self-control. We are like the candle holding the flame. The flame burns hot and it’s up to us on if it burns low and quiet, mesmerizing as we move through this life or if it burns out of control consuming everything and everyone in our path until there is nothing.

From Whence I Come

I come from the dust of the earth,

From the thunder, lightening and rain,

I come from anguish and pain,

From struggles and torment,

I come from burdens carried through the darkness,

Bound by heavy chains,

I come from sunshine,

And cool breezes in the night,

I come from the smell of lavender,

Of freshly cut grass and honeysuckle,

I come from the moon,

And the stars that sparkle,

I come from waves of the ocean,

Washing in on the coast,

I come from the bird’s song,

Serenading the earth,

I come from spirit torn and freedom won,

I come from the smile of a child,

With a sparkle in her eye,

I come from joy in the heart,

And from peace in the soul,

I come from the love of a man,

And from integrity and grace,

I come from faith and hope,

From gentleness and self control,

I come from power in my times of weakness.

I come from the Creator of all.

Sonia Parham 3/4/10