The Scraps Project

                                                                               Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                                   everyday is a journey.

A man's own observation, 
what he finds good of, 
and what he finds hurt of, 
is the best physic to preserve health. 
But it is a safer conclusion to say, 
"This agreeth not well with me, 
therefore I will not continue it";
 than to say, "I find no offense of this,
 therefore I may use it."
 For strength of nature in youth
 passeth over many excesses, 
which are owing a man till his age.
--Francis Bacon.

I love projects! I'm very excited about this one! The Scraps Project is where we make blankets for the homeless out of scrap yarn. There is always leftover yarn (scraps) no matter the project we were working on. Just as with all other projects, we will give ourselves a year's time to make as many as possible and then pass them out to the homeless just in time for Winter.

That's the idea, but I know that the time constraints will be difficult. We all have numerous responsibilities, we won't always be able to work as effectively on this project as we would like to. There will be slow days and busy days. There will be days where we will be unable to lay down the blanket and days where it won't be touched at all. Let's see what we can do. 

                                          It can be a small leftover ball.

                                                                                   Or just a scrap of yarn. 

Remember the coat of many colors? Not the story of Joseph in the bible, but the song from Dolly Parton. As we near the closure of the plastic homeless mats project, God has placed a new one in my heart. Your support is needed in the form of yarn and prayers. Let God guide our fingers and hands as we go forth offering clothing for the naked.

Have a blessed day everyone.

Coat Of Many Colors"
Back through the years
I go wonderin' once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to use
There were rags of many colors
Every piece was small
And I didn't have a coat
And it was way down in the fall
Momma sewed the rags together
Sewin' every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of
As she sewed, she told a story
From the bible, she had read
About a coat of many colors
Joseph wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldn't wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss

My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money
I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

So with patches on my britches
Holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

And oh I couldn't understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told 'em all the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes

But they didn't understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor
Only if they choose to be
Now I know we had no money
But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
Made just for me


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