Tiling…in Embroidery

I have done some tiling in my time–backsplashes, fireplaces, etc.–but this is the first time I have done it in an embroidery project. It is almost as challenging as tiling with porcelain tiles.


My first project, “Dashing through the Snow” was quite a challenge but one undertook with enthusiasm and ignorance of the process. I loved it frustration and all. I want to do this pattern again and next time do it correctly.  There are some minor errors in the one that I completed that I would like to correct. Nevertheless it still came out well and I love it.

In fact I enjoyed the process so much I purchased another pattern that I absolutely love and, for the most part, is progressing well. But boy! the stitch count is up there!

This one is called “Santa’s Workshop.”  So far I have 17 out of 32 tiles completed. It is a lengthy process. One of the tiles took 97 minutes to complete. Patience is a very necessary ingredient in this tiling process.  Well, really I guess it would be necessary in any kind of tiling process.

In case you have not noticed, I love to sew, quilt, embroider. I love learning new techniques and new ways to create old patterns.  Needlework requires lots of patience if your goal is to create a flawless (almost flawless) piece.

Patience is something that I have come to appreciate through the quilting process. Take the time to do it right then you won’t have too many mistakes to correct. And don’t expect to complete your project in one sitting.  Since I’ve learned this lesson the quilting process has become much more enjoyable.

I approach my work time with anticipation of working on a particular project with the added bonus of listening to a book, podcast, or music.  TV is great for keeping you company when you don’t need to pay attention to it.  As the mother of four I still find some kind of noise (voices) in the house somehow soothing.

Patience also allows you to enjoy the process along the way. Worry over completion of the project is removed and the love of the creative process becomes dominant. In addition I have discovered that a by product, for me, of learning  patience is contentment.

Paul wrote to the Philippians, “I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content (4:11).” This is so much more difficult than it sounds because contentment is something that we learn. It is not a natural part of us. We’re not born with it. It is not a gift. For some of us it may take years and for others, not so much but it is something that is learned by those who choose to pursue it.

Generally we tend to  look for things that will make us content; those things that we deem better or the next rung in our career rather than putting forth the effort it takes to learn how to be content. If only I had a dollar for every time I have heard someone (and myself) say, I will be happy/content/satisfied when I am promoted; when I am married; when I am single; if I were rich; if/when I am healed; so forth and so forth.

Contentment is not about denying one’s feelings about wanting or desiring something they can never have, rather being content brings to the individual freedom. Freedom from being controlled by the feelings of always wanting and never having enough.

Contentment is not pretending that every thing is all right when it is not, but rather contentment brings about the peace that comes from knowing that God is bigger than any problem and that he will work all of life’s problems and difficulties out for our good.

“Contentment isn’t a feeling of well-being contingent on keeping circumstances under control, but instead it promotes a joy in spite of circumstances, looking to God who never varies. Contentment is not based on external circumstances, but rather on an internal source. Contentment is of the heart” (Rick Ezell).

Let me leave you with a John Wesley story of contentment and gratitude. John Wesley was about 21 years of age when he went to Oxford University. He came from a Christian home, and he was gifted with a keen mind and good looks. Yet, in those days he was a bit snobbish and sarcastic. One night, however, something happened that set in motion a change in Wesley’s heart. While speaking with a porter, he discovered that the poor fellow had only one coat and lived in such impoverished conditions that he didn’t even have a bed. Yet, he was an unusually happy person, filled with gratitude to God. Wesley, being immature, thoughtlessly joked about the man’s misfortunes. ‘And what else do you thank God for?’ he said with a touch of sarcasm. The porter smiled, and in the spirit of meekness replied with joy, ‘I thank Him that He has given me a life and being, a heart to love Him, and above all a constant desire to serve Him!’ Deeply moved, Wesley recognized that this man knew the meaning of true contentment.” (Source unknown)

Who knew you could learn so much from quilting? Or from a railroad porter.


The Quilt Shop

This past weekend we spent some time in Berlin, Ohio attending the Hostetler family Quinquennial (every 5 years) Reunion. During down time I went to as many quilt shops as I could. Now that I am on my way home I have been thinking about the pleasure I get from going to these shops. What is it about these places that give me so much pleasure is the question I’ve been contemplating.

Part of it is the array of colors, patterns, and textures but it is more than that. What I like most are the possibilities and challenges that the quilt shop represents. What kind of project will I discover? Quilt, throw, table runner, wall hanging or something totally different like an embroidered “tile” wall hanging. When the project is discovered then comes the creative joy of material selections–colors and print patterns–as well as all the bling and stuff that will complete my creation. Next comes the challenge of bringing my project into being when I get it back to my studio.

Then there are the discoveries of some beautiful material that you just need to have and can figure out later how to use it. I just finished a project with material that I had purchased in Oregon about ten years ago. I have more material that falls into this category. That too provides me with the joy of anticipated discovery of a future project.

It is at this point that I want to heap lots of praise and love on my husband who understands my joy of quilt shops and my need to “create.” If he is with me he will wait patiently for me to complete my visit especially if we are traveling he will make it possible to visit the area quilt shops. (Thank you New York Times Crossword puzzles that makes his wait time more pleasant!)

In my visit to Berlin’s quilt shop I found a few gems that I am looking forward to using. Unfortunately, I know that I am going to have to keep reminding Don that I cannot charge $600 to $1200 dollars for the quilts that I sell!

Ravi Zacharias in his podcast on Pleasure points out that true pleasure is derived simply from enjoying the intrinsic goodness of the activity. It is like taking a walk to enjoy nature versus walking for exercise purposes.

What is it that gives you pleasure? Sewing, music, art, walking, reading….? Enjoy without excuse.

“May all your ups and downs in life be with a needle and thread.”

The Joy of Creating

To quote Breen Brown,  “Creativity is the way I share my soul with the world.”  I totally agree with this.  Anytime I am creating–painting, quilting, crafting–there is within me a sense of peace and contentment. There are times when I look at a piece I’m working on or I’ve finished and I wonder where that came from and how did I do that?  I find this especially true when I am painting.  At times it feels almost as if I am “birthing” some new thing.  There are those things that I create that absolutely come from a special place within me; my soul perhaps?  Other items come easily and bring a simple sense of satisfaction simply through the creative process.

This blog is a different kind of creativity for me.  I do like to write but it is almost always more laborious than any of my other creative efforts. I have not written much here this year as I have been trying to determine the direction I would like to take with this blog or even if I wanted to keep it.

I have finally decided how I want to use this website.  It will serve a duel purpose. I will combine writing with the sharing of my other creative processes and projects. I will also be using it more in connection with my little cottage industry venture, Arvey’s Creations. 2018 will be the first full year of operation (taxes and all!).

“How did you do that?” is a question that is a tough one to answer.  Now I could say, ‘well first I did this and then I did that,’ but that doesn’t answer the question that is being asked.  The questioner is really asking, “how did you come up with that idea” or “how did you think to do ‘it’ that way.” Someone once said that, “Creativity is just connecting things. When you ask creative people how they did something, they feel a little guilty because they really didn’t do it, they just saw something. It seemed obvious to them after a while.”  

However creativity happens, it requires an openness and flexibility to totally change directions. For me it requires living with a certain amount of chaos that has a way of floating around me until it begins to fall into place.  The chaotic times of creativity are the difficult parts and it is only as it falls into place that the sense of accomplishment begins to make its appearance.

There are times when I approach a project in fear and trepidation.  I have a vision of what I hope to do but I know that the finished piece will be different than what I had envisioned–sometimes spectacularly different. Sometimes there is total failure and I grieve what could have been. I absolutely love the times when things turn out spectacularly better than I could ever have hoped. It’s kind of like looking into the eyes of your newborn and marveling at the part of you that has just been birthed.

I believe there is a creative gene in all of us and when we express ourselves creatively we become a true reflection of God. “Then God saw everything that He had made, and indeed it was very good.” (Genesis 1:31)





“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet.” No doubt that this is true but these days I am discovering the effect that a ‘name’ can have on you.

Very often the first piece of information we have about something or someone is derived from its name. We tend to form judgements very quickly so that the first bit of information, the name, is important. It can lean you in a positive direction or a negative direction. And those first bits of information can set the stage for future interactions.  

So why am I “waxing eloquent” about names? In my retirement I have undertaken, along with friends, the development of a small business venture. As a group we call ourselves, Cranstetler Crafts but each of us have our own individual selling space and inventories and individual event names. I recently decided to change mine to Arvey’s Creations. 

As I have begun the ‘branding’ process I began to notice the effect that the name change was having on me. I found that I am drawn more to the process of creating and what I am creating rather than crafting something that I believe might sell. While I always care about the quality of a piece I am finding that quality seems to have taken on increasing importance. In the past I felt more driven to get things done and tended to overlook very minor defects. But I find that I am not comfortable doing that any longer. I believe that it is because it bears my name which indicates that it is my creation. I want to be able to take pride in each and every item that I create.

Scripture reminds us that, “A good name is more desirable than great riches.” (Proverbs 22:1) At the end of the day my reputation for quality work is more important than the number of sales that I can generate. And I agree with Rachel Ingber when she says, “A name represents identity, a deep feeling and holds tremendous significance for its owner.”


I am discovering, and learning these days to deal with random thoughts and memories that seem to come at me from out of nowhere. In Sunday Bible class we have been studying from chapter 5 in Matthew within the context of holiness. At one point in the discussions I was reminded of the Salvation Army College for Officer Training and my own training experiences there. Perhaps my most powerful encounter happened to me there. 

All Christians have been called to “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature.” (Mark 16:14) God called me to do ‘my preaching’ through The Salvation Army as an officer. I was fearful of this call for so many reasons but the greatest worry for me was that I was terrified to speak in front of people. (I was so painfully shy that as a child I would skip school on the days when oral reports were to be given.) Nevertheless, with the intent to obey Christ’s command I answered God’s call to officership.

I will never forget the first sermon I ever preached. It was as a cadet during my field training assignment at the Times Square Corps. It was bad enough that I had to stand at a pulpit and preach to a group of people in the chapel, but I also had to contend with the fact that it was broadcast outside. While the message (and the meeting in general) was going on inside, there were cadets outside handing out tracts, talking to people (about the message, etc.), and inviting folks to come inside. This assignment to preach became a powerful turning point for me.  
As I stood to read the scripture I was so scared that I was shaking all over and could barely speak—I could even see out of the corner of my eye that the bow on my bonnet was shaking! I sat down in great fear and near panic. As the next item on the program, a band selection, was taking place I began imploring God. I prayed this simple prayer: “God you have called me and I want to be here but I can’t do this without your help. Please, help me!” At that moment I felt the peace of God envelop me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. No more shaking, no more fear. The band finished playing and I stood and delivered that sermon with confidence. I even remember the opening line: “Have you ever stood in the midst of a crowd and felt completely alone?” Now I don’t know how effective that sermon was for anyone else (or the grade I received) but it was a game changer for me. God showed me very clearly that He had indeed called me and that He would equip me and help me to do the work and ministry involved in that calling. 
Not only was this experience a confirmation of my calling I believe that it was a second work of grace much like the those at Pentecost experienced. The power of that moment brought about profound changes within me that enabled me to do the work that I had been called to do.

The constant prayer of my life has been captured in the chorus of Richard Slater’s song:

I have not much to give thee, Lord,

For that great love which made thee mine:

I have not much to give thee, Lord,

But all I have is thine.

Discerning “Ought”

Another post from Lt. David Hostetler that is too good not to share. 

There isn’t much current TV that I watch these days, so if it isn’t sports I’m watching it’ll likely be re-runs on either Netflix or Amazon prime, and recently Presvytera Nora and I have been watching the old sitcom “Frasier” on Netflix. One of the long running themes of the show was Frasier’s brother Niles’ unrequited affection for their father’s live in therapist Daphne, an affection known only to his brother and father. At the conclusion of season 7, however, both Daphne and Niles admit their amorous love for one another, but only after Niles has recently married and on the eve of Daphne’s wedding to another man. What to do?

The dilemma made me think of the climax of the movie Casablanca, wherein Humphrey Bogart’s character Rick faces a similar dilemma with a married woman. They had been in love once—and seem to be again—she wants to stay with Rick rather than escaping with her husband to neutral Spain, but he won’t let her, saying she’d regret it, “Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.” They did the right thing, not what was easy, but what they ought to do.

I thought Niles and Daphne would also, since that is how the show and season ended, but the next season began with Daphne jilting her fiancé at the altar and Niles telling his new bride that he wants a divorce. They did what they wanted, what they thought would make them happy, not what they ought to have done.

Whether or not the span of time between the movie and the TV show, and the social changes during that time are to blame for the difference is impossible for me to tell, but I am certain that modern audiences could not fully appreciate what Rick and Ilsa did, and are more likely to understand and approve of Niles and Daphne’s decision. More and more these days, as we erode every common morality in favor of individuals’ self-determined ones, we become unable even to discern an “ought.” Rather we replace the “ought,” that ideal model for right thoughts, feelings, and actions, with the self, making our ultimate aim self-fulfillment, what makes me happy.

When the self replaces the ought we are unable to value properly the kind of work we do, so rather than find joy in the work at hand that must be done, we seek more “fulfilling” and “meaningful” work. In other words, work that pleases me and makes me proud to tell others what I do. It’s no longer sufficient to see work as a means to the ends of providing for one’s needs, work becomes an end in and of itself; we are what we do.

When the ought gives way to the self we also fail to evaluate our relationshipsproperly. Rather than offering ourselves to others, we seek relationships that feed our self-esteem and avoid those “difficult” people. Rather than doing the hard work of living in community, we isolate ourselves in enclaves of like-minded people and thank God we’re not like that man over there. We hide behind our phones and computer screens, refusing to stand face to face.

Until we recognize that there is a way we ought to act, and that our self is fulfilled only in relationship with God and others, then we will continue to confuse our desire, which is disordered by sin, with our need, which is constant. Self-denial used to be a cornerstone of Christian faith and practice, now it is done if we can fit it into our schedule. The 5k this weekend will make me feel better for doing something for others. But we need the other more than we need to feel good. And we need God more than we need our self. The cosmic irony is that we only becomefully ourselves when we surrender fully to Christ first. So, the next time we find ourselves confronted with a choice, the best question to ask is not “what do I want?” or “what feels right?” or “what makes me happy?” We should ask ourselves and each other, “What ought I to do?” “What is the right thing to do?” Only with our self in its proper, subordinate state can we have healthy relationships or be truly fulfilled. Several episodes later Niles and Daphne are still picking up the pieces of relationships broken by their selfish choice. Rick walked off camera with Renault saying, “Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

In Two Worlds

I have spent the day in Maggie Hope’s world while putting together a quilt top. Maggie Hope is the main character in a historical fiction novel, Mr. Churchill’s Secretary by Susan Elia MacNeal. I am adding her to my favorite authors list and am looking forward to reading the next five books in this series … well, listening … as my eyes don’t let me get much reading done anymore. She has authored many more novels than these six and look forward to reading them.

It occurred to me at some point how neat it is to be able to indulge in two favorite pastimes simultaneously, reading and sewing! I noticed today that it felt as if I was slipping easily in and out of two worlds, reality and imagination. Imagine the start I received when I left to pick up Don from work and heard the news about the attack in London. I had just left Maggie narrowly escaping a London bombing and here, in the real world, London is still under siege! It almost felt as if these two worlds I had spent my day in merged together in some weird and improbable way.

Lord, I thought, have we made so little progress since Maggie’s time? Winston Churchill’s rhetoric once again speaks truth when he says that, “To build may have to be the slow and laborious task of years. To destroy can be the thoughtless act of a single day.” 

Let the Truth be the Truth

This is well worth reading.  It is my son’s latest post.  He is stationed in Okinawa and is a Naval Chaplin.

I once read a bit of graffiti that redefined the acronym USMC. Rather than United States Marine Corps, the author claimed USMC really meant “Uncomplicated Stuff Made Complicated.” It is true that any organization will over time tend to complicate things it once did simply—one only needs to look at the tax code to see that. Such complications have become so common place that it often surprises us to find simple solutions to anything, and it is the assumption that important truths must necessarily, if they are to have substantive meaning, be complicated or hard to understand that leads to elitism. There is, of course, a place for scholarship and erudition, but more and more we allow people to use complicated terms and arguments to explain why what I can see for myself to be true is actually false. The problem is with me, you see, I am incapable of understanding. It may be that sometimes things are difficult to explain simply, but often artists and intellectuals make me think of Ambrose Bierce’s poem about fellow poet Robert Browning’s style:

Words shouting, singing, smiling, frowning–Sense lacking. 

Ah, nothing, more obscure than Browning, save blacking.

St. John Chrysostom, I think, would agree that intellectual elitism is a problem. To him “There is nothing clearer, nothing simpler than the truth, if we deal not perversely; just as (on the other hand) if we deal perversely, nothing is more difficult.”

In this Sunday’s Gospel (John 7:37-52; 8:12)) reading Jesus is teaching in the temple, and within his hearing are officers that have been sent there to arrest him. Upon listening to what Jesus has to say, however, they cannot bring themselves to nab him. The officers then went back to the chief priest and Pharisees, who asked them, “Why did you not bring him?” To which they answered, “No man ever spoke like this man!”

Jesus’ words were direct and clear, they carried meaning without need of a dictionary, and they were few. Jesus’ words had impact. They impressed people not because of his education, for they “marveled, saying ‘how does this Man know letters, having never studied?’” (John 7:15), nor because of where He lived, since some said “Will the Christ come out of Galilee? Has not the Scripture said that the Christ comes from the seed of David and from the town of Bethlehem, where David was?” (John 7:41-42) No, Jesus’ words had impact because they were true, even if the elites could not make sense of them.

As Chrysostom notes, the officers were not convinced by syllogisms, logic, or argument, “Yet they had not heard a sermon either, but a short one; for when the long mind is impartial, there is no need of long arguments. Such a thing is truth.”

The officers, once convinced, didn’t keep the truth to themselves, either, but went back to their masters. They could have avoided the hassle and been on their way, following Jesus, but instead became heralds of the wisdom of Christ to men who wanted to complicate matters. And all because “No man ever spoke like this man!”

When is the last time you spoke such impactful truth? How was it received? Have we been impacted enough by the words of Christ to want to share them with others? We cannot use our lack of education or our address as an excuse to keep to ourselves our experience with the risen Lord. We can’t let people with lots of letters after their name intimidate us into believing that lies are true. It is time that we, as the Church, speak Truth plainly into the world around us. To do so these days will likely prompt others to say of us “No one ever speaks like they do!” At least, it should.


Refuse to be average. Let your heart soar as high as it will.” (A.W. Tozer)

In many ways I feel as if I am beginning again, again.  But isn’t that grand?! Life is an adventure and I am only just beginning to realize the depth of that statement these days! I have experienced difficult times and the desperate situations of life; my spirit has soared life’s heights and through it all I have known the providential care of my Lord and God! And yet there is more to come and my ventures these days are only a small part of what the Lord has in store for me.

Now that I have “waxed eloquent,” my original intention for this page was to invite y’all to take a look at my website and let me know what you think. I would welcome suggestions on how to make it better.  And if there are any techie guys (techy? tech guys/gals) I could use your help and advise.R


“Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their mind cannot change anything.” (George Bernard Shaw)  Well, I don’t know exactly if I am progressing…but I am making a change in this blog. I am attempting to bring it in line with my current situation.

For the past year I have been working to turn my passion for quilting, art, and crafts into a small business of sorts.  At present my sales are done at arts & craft fairs and festivals.   I am looking for ways to expand things and since I am not keeping up with this blog as I had orignially intended I am going to change this up with this blog.  I want to connect it to my life as a vendor at fairs and festivals.  I still want to keep a spiritual connection as I am hoping that as people who pick up my business card and check out the blog they will encounter the Spirit in some way.

I began doing events because I was looking for a way to “fund my habit!” Quilting and Painting ain’t cheap!  And really! How many quilts and canvas’ can you push onto your friends and family? However, I am discovering that this whole process has become a real joy for me.  First, I have the opportunity to work with lifelong friends and second, I am finding a way to become salt and light in a whole new way.  I have been so uplifted at times through the conversations with folks who come to my “shop.”  (my shop is under a 10′ x 10′ canopy!)  What a ministry is possible and where it may lead, only God knows and Him I trust implicitly!

This past year as I was beginning this venture it required a layout of funds to build an inventory and to get the necessary equipment to do this ‘job’ — purchasing a canopy for instance. By the way, did I mention that I have a wonderfully supportive and generous husband who keeps pushing me to go for it? Anyway, I am hoping that this year I might actually make a profit…..?!! (prayers please!)

All along the way I have sought God’s guidance for all that I am doing.  This is exciting as  my relationship with Him is deepening in ways I did not realize was possible.  For many years as an Officer I often felt confident of the Lord’s will and guidance.  Now I find that in some respects I am starting over in understanding which way and how the Lord is leading.  This is a whole new adventure for me in and of itself!  There are times when the way seems very clear and others when its not so clear and I find I must step out in faith.  I love it when He confirms my step but admit I find it disconcerting when He closes a door.  In all of this I absolutely love how the Lord can make life fresh and new all over again!  What an awesome God.

So, friends, pray for me and be patient as I try to work my way through this technology to get this site up and running appropriately.

I leave you with a quote from a favorite author, Frederick Buechner:

“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.”  (from A Memoir of Vocation)