Okay, I couldn't resist that title...This post is mostly about masks and less about the men (or women) who wear them.
With the COVID-19 pandemic still in mighty swing, the "new normal" is looking to be the "permanent" normal, at least for the foreseeable future. The office is still operating with many staff working from home, but my department has most of its staff coming in on alternating days. Masks are required whenever we leave our workstations or when someone is fewer than 6 feet from us. Now that I'm in the office 2-3 days per week, I saw the need to have a number of masks for myself, and was also inspired to make masks for my family.
Being a very novice seamstress (I had a sewing class like 12 years ago and have made like 3 simple quilts since then), I wanted to find a pattern that wasn't too complicated but that also produced a quality and comfortable mask. Let's just say it took a while to find a decent pattern.
Beginning masks attempts. The black one (my very first) actually turned out okay (albeit not quite what I wanted), but the sewing machine needle broke so it was almost entirely by hand, so the stitching isn't the neatest. The larger orange one I have named "The Duck Mask" (you'd know why if you tried it on). The blue one was just weird, in addition to the straps being too short despite following the pattern.
After 4 masks, I asked my coworker to share her pattern for masks that have a ribbon ear strap that a wearer can adjust. While I've since better "perfected" my pattern and the steps I take, here are enough details for any other eager novice seamstresses to come up with a nice, breathable, and fairly quick mask.
Supplies: rotary cutter, scissors, pins, one 8" x 14" piece of fabric (8" x 15" if you are not cutting on the fold/using two different pieces of fabric), two 2" x 6" strips of fabric, 1/2 of a pipe cleaner, and two 16" pieces of ribbon.
NOTE: Press well after each step and after prepping each pleat!
Step 1: Anchor the Nose Piece. Zig-zag stitch a half piece of pipe cleaner (cut in half and then folded in half and twisted together a bit) to the top of the 8" side of your large piece of fabric. All this is doing is anchoring the little nose piece (if you don't care about a nose piece, ignore this step).
Step 2: Sew the Mask Body. Sew the entire mask together, right sides together, leaving about a 2 inch hole along one of the sides so you can then turn it right-side out. Clip the sharp corners. Turn right side out and press the edges.
(picture of the hole showing here, from a different mask I made)
Step 3. Create Pleats. These are a pain to do, but it's important they're as even as possible. Also, be sure the pleats on the front of the mast are facing down. Make the pleats one inch apart and one inch tall (see video attempting to describe the pleats).
Step 4: Sewing Pleats Together. Sew around the sides and top of the mask to hold the pleats together, ensuring that when you come to the nose piece, you sew below the nose piece while also NOT sewing the back of the first pleat down to the top of the mask.
(avoid sewing the top of the first pleat when you're sewing beneath the nose piece)
Step 5: Preparing and Sewing the Ribbon Casing. Sew the 6" strips to each side of the mask, folding over and stitching the tops of each casing before sewing to the sides of the mask (see below and videos).
(sewing the top edge of the casing before stitching onto mask body( stitch to the front side of the mask))
(sew to mask body and press thoroughly)
(fold ribbon casing edge and press it down; then, pull it over to the front side of the mask)
(sew the remaining side of the casing to the back side of the mask, keeping pretty close to the edge (see where my needle/pressure foot is positioned)).
Step 6: Finishing Touches. You've got your mask, minus the ribbons! Cut enough ribbon to go through the casing you created on each side plus excess to adjust the size of the mask (I think I use about 16 inches for each side). Then, using small screw driver or a wood skewer, bring the ribbon through the casing on each side. After you've tied the ribbons to enable the mask to fit your face, you can hide them by tugging them through the casing.
(hiding the ribbon edges)
Here are pictures of the finished product.
My grandpa and I, sporting our new masks (I call mine the Black Mumba). When I showed him how to hide the ribbons in the casing after adjusting the size, he proclaimed "Why would I do that? Than no one would know it was home-made!" Also, he's one of the manliest and toughest people I know, but he couldn't be more pleased with his goats. :)
You know those days when you pick up a book you've been procrastinating to read, and then the words hit home and address exactly what you've been struggling with, as though they were written just so you could read them that day? That happened to me yesterday evening.
I purchased New Morning Mercies: A Daily Gospel Devotional by Paul David Tripp several weeks ago, and opened it for the first time last night, turning to the devotional for July 10; the topic was essentially "want" versus "need" and God's provision for the same. The opening quote for the entry was "You once desired it, but now you're persuaded that you need it. Once you've named it a need, it has you." Almost without realizing it, I've begun to (again ::sigh::) allow certain "desires" (or "wants") in my life become "needs" that are leaching away at my joy, contentment, and belief in God's loving provision. While I "know" God has my best for His glory and my good in mind, my deep-rooted "wants" have rusted this knowledge in my heart and begun to erode my faith in His provision. Tripp writes:
There is nothing evil about desire. God created us with the capacity to desire...Yet it is very hard for sinners to hold desire with an open hand. It doesn't take long for our desires to morph into demands ("I must"). The thing that was once a desire is now taking hold of us. We're less willing to live without it...Then demand morphs into need ("I will...")...We're now convinced that it would be impossible to live without it. It is now in control of our hearts. We think about it all the time. We are fearful when we're without it. We plot how to keep it in our lives.
Tripp goes on to describe how this need forms into expectation, which then turns into disappointment in God, followed by self-entitled anger toward him.
We can't believe that God would say that he loves us yet not meet this "need." The fact is, God has been faithful to all that he's promised us, but this desire that morphed into a need is not something he's promised to give us...Because we now judge God as unfaithful, we quit trusting him as we should and let go of our good habits of faith.
God doesn't promise us earthly possessions, physical health, or relationships; He promises something much, much better: what we need. This is an incredible truth, and one I pray for God's grace to hold onto. I pray for the strength to look to Jesus while holding an open hand to my desires -- He does not withhold any good thing from his children! In fact, the more we trust and delight in Him, the deeper He transforms our desires to align with His will!
"Delight yourself in theLORD, and he will give you the desires of your heart." Psalm 37:4 (English Standard).
“…your Father knows what you need before
you ask him.” Matthew 6:8b (English Standard).
But if God so
clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown
into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?31Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What
shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’32For the Gentiles seek after all these things,
and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all.33But seek first the kingdom of God and his
righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.
Matthew 6:30-33
(English Standard).
What then shall we
say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? 32He
who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also
with him graciously give us all things? 33Who shall bring any charge against
God’s elect? It is God who justifies. 34Who is to condemn? Christ Jesus is
the one who died—more than that, who was raised—who is at the right hand of
God, who indeed is interceding for us.35Who
shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or
persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? . . . I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor
rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, 39nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will
be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
During this strange COVID-19 pandemic situation, I've had the opportunity to spend time with family, work on a few projects, and go on several adventures, and decided to document some of it here. Life doesn't stop just because there is a pandemic and the world is practically "shut down."
1. Family Time
This brother (16) has been growing like a weed lately, and when we accidentally matched a few weeks ago, he grudgingly agreed to a photo to 1) document our matchiness and 2) show just how much he's grown.
Ending many evenings watching a TV show with my sister and brother-in-law and snuggling their youngest, Baby Chloe.
Braving Costco for the first time with this sister (we had so much fun, honestly; it was amazing to be among people! The masks couldn't even put a damper on our excitement)
These sisters and I went on a Memorial Weekend trip to the mountains, and had a lovely time going on a short hike, having lots of snacks, watching a few movies, conducting a spontaneous dance party, and staying up late talking.
Silly group picture from our weekend trip.
A close friend and I "social distancing" running together this morning. My physical therapist finally cleared me for running 1 minute and then walking 10 -- six months post car accident, but at least it's progress!
2. Projects
Playing around with cooking some more. The latest cooking adventure has been figuring out different ways to prepare fish. Working from home means I have more time to actually prepare real meals!
Gluten free baking adventures! These are cinnamon rolls (before going into the oven, I think); they turned out amazingly well, and you couldn't tell they were gluten free.
More gluten free baking adventures: dinner rolls (also super good)
Gardening! This is about 2/3 of my "garden"; the slugs got to my basil in the front yard, but we had the yard treated for slugs shortly thereafter, so I am hoping it will revive...
3. Miscellaneous "Adventures
I went into the office one day about a week or so to work on clearing some of the piles that had accumulated on my desk, and it was a bit overwhelming, to say the least. Wearing a mast was also a bit strange, but kind of exciting at the same time.
The conclusion of my second year of Russian classes was via Zoom -- and honestly, it wasn't really an issue. So thankful for the opportunity to take two years of classes! However, I feel like I still don't know hardly any Russian...
Many, many Zoom and FaceTime calls with lovely people!
Driving two hours to watch the sunset on a Friday night.
Two weeks ago today, I planted a little herb "garden" on my bathroom window sill, and checked it eagerly every day (possibly multiple times a day...) for any green buds to pop through the dirt.
To my tremendous joy, six days after planting, I saw the first hints of green popping through. As the day progressed, a couple more little plant babies popped through. Today, there are several happy little stems in all three pots, eager for sunlight.
As I was checking on my plant "babies" (yes, I discovered I'm "that" lady) a few afternoons ago, I noticed that the stems were angling toward my open window, being guided out of the dirt by the sun and fresh air (yes, I also leave the window open during most of the day so they get daylight...and yes, it does get chilly in there). I turned the pots around in hopes the stems would straighten up a bit and not grow crooked. A couple hours later, the plants had angled toward the window again, in the opposite direction. And so, I've been "rotating" the teacups around throughout the day to encourage my herbs to grow straight and tall.
Here we come to the crux of the matter: my little herbs, drawn out of the dirt toward the sun, reminded me of life. We are little humans, growing in a crooked and dark world, but as long as we look to the Son, we will grow strong and healthy in our faith. He lifted us out of our darkness and into his "marvelous light"! See 1 Peter 2:9 (English Standard).
Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let
us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let
us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus,
the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set
before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right
hand of the throne of God.
Hebrews 12:1-2 (English
Standard, emphasis mine).
Since then we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.
Hebrews 4:14-16
(English Standard).
I hope this simple story of my little teacup plants, looking to the sun for growth, will encourage you to look to the Son for salvation, endurance, and encouragement.
The world has spiraled out of control
since my last post, it feels like. Today, gatherings are not permitted,
families aren't supposed to see each other (unless they are in the same
household), "non-essential" businesses have been closed, and everyone
is required to practice "social distancing." So many people have lost
their jobs. The economy is struggling. History -- for the books -- is being
written as we speak. Crazy times. So thankful that we serve a God who's got this in His hand (see last post).
Personally, while it certainly has many difficult moments, I've begun to enjoy this
time. It sounds weird, but being home more (including working from
home) has helped me to (start to) learn how to "slow down" and live
life rather than focus only on meeting my goals (e.g. surviving the workday,
finishing a video call, reading a book, preparing a meal, organizing something,
taking a walk, maybe watching a movie -- even in those things that are
"relaxing," I automatically anticipate the end of the activity). I'm
working on enjoying the moment and trying to live in the "now" rather
than "I wonder how now will look like after it's finished." Trying to
spend more time in the Word, in prayer, and with family (the family in my
household, that is). If there were ever a time to slow down and focus on
growing in a relationship with God and family, now is that time. While I still
wish there were more hours in the day, this quarantine is kind of nice -- don't
get me wrong; I seriously miss church gatherings and hugging friends and family
(like, a lot) -- as it has kind of made time slow down.
I think perhaps this Easter season has
been the most reflective and blessed yet. Our church has been sending out daily
videos over the week going over Jesus' final week on earth, and I've also been
through a few Bible plans on my Bible app that go through these events as well.
Some of the key aspects I've been thinking about from each day are:
-Thursday was Jesus' last supper with
His disciples followed by his agony in the garden at Gethsemane, where He
prayed for the cup to pass from Him if at all possible, yet submitted to the
Father, acknowledging, "yet not as I will, but as you will."
-Friday was when He went to the cross
and experienced the full cup of God's wrath. Where He nailed our sins to the
cross.
-Today is a day of silent anticipation.
Perhaps the disciples were hiding, grieving and confused over the death of the
One they thought was the Savior. For us today, though, we anticipate tomorrow
when Christ conquered death.
The song, King of Kings has
been running through my head all morning.
In
the darkness, we were waiting
Without
hope, without light
'Til
from Heaven You came running
There
was mercy in Your eyes
To
fulfill the law and prophets
To
a virgin came the Word
From
a throne of endless glory
To
a cradle in the dirt
Praise
the Father, praise the Son
Praise
the Spirit, three in one
God
of glory, Majesty
Praise
forever to the King of Kings
To
reveal the kingdom coming
And
to reconcile the lost
To
redeem the whole creation
You
did not despise the cross
For
even in Your suffering
You
saw to the other side
Knowing
this was our salvation
Jesus
for our sake You died
Praise
the Father, praise the Son
Praise
the Spirit, three in one
God
of glory, Majesty
Praise
forever to the King of Kings
And
the morning that You rose
All
of Heaven held its breath
'Til
that stone was moved for good
For
the Lamb had conquered death
And
the dead rose from their tombs
And
the angels stood in awe
For
the souls of all who'd come
To
the Father are restored
And
the church of Christ was born
Then
the Spirit lit the flame
Now
this gospel truth of old
Shall
not kneel, shall not faint
By
His blood and in His name
In
His freedom I am free
For
the love of Jesus Christ
Who
has resurrected me, ohh
Praise
the Father, praise the Son
Praise
the Spirit, three in one
God
of glory, Majesty
Praise
forever to the King of Kings
Praise
forever to the King of Kings
Finally, because rarely is a post complete without a picture, here is a "group" quarantine picture, in which Strong Ox's family came by to see Cowboy and Clari's newest baby, Chloe (who, by the way, has absolutely captured our hearts) -- we all stayed outside and didn't make any physical contact. It was wonderful to see them in person after nearly two months, but also super sad because we couldn't visit for long or have any physical contact.
I've been struggling with anxiety over the past couple of weeks, in part for reasons I don't know, and also in part because of the growing panic of the world. Literally the world. Our state just closed all of its schools for 6 weeks, our work is having anyone with any symptoms of the flu work from home, stores are packed out and most are out of toilet paper and many household staples, people aren't allowed to gather in groups larger than 250, our church services need to be live-streamed, we can't see our grandparents, and the list goes on. Honestly, this is surreal and hard to accept. I don't even know how concerned to be or if I should be remaining calm or joining the hysteria. Well, I do know, I suppose, that I should be remaining calm and not joining the hysteria. Knowing this, however, doesn't make it easy to bring it to my heart and mind. The only stable direction I (and the world) can turn toward is up. Our Lord is in control of this situation and sees how it will play out. He commands us not to be anxious for anything but in everything by prayer and supplication -- with thanksgiving -- to let our requests be made known to Him, and His peace will guard our hearts and our minds in Christ Jesus. (seePhilippians 4:6-7) As a follower of Jesus, I want to take these words -- which are becoming even more real than they've ever been before -- to heart. I can rejoice because my future is sure. This broken world is temporary and isn't supposed to be easy. As I've written in past posts, hard times cause Jesus to become even sweeter. Right now, I'm struggling to appreciate this truth but am praying for grace to hold on to Jesus. Knowing Him surpasses -- or should surpass -- any amount of worldly comfort. I am praying for the faith to cast my cares upon Him. (see 1 Peter 5:7) As I'm writing this and considering the context of 1 Peter, honestly, allowing anxiety to fester is prideful; it is not letting go and, as the cliche goes, "letting God." And so, with the world in a panic, I pray that we who have been saved by grace (an undeserved gift) through faith and the sacrificial blood (perfect payment for sin) of Jesus Christ may humble ourselves enough to find true peace in Him, knowing that He will see us through. In closing, and on a lighter note, here is a picture of Baby Ems and I, enjoying three "common grace" gifts from above: Family Time, Snow, and Spring Flowers.
As a few
people know, I've been in almost constant pain since November 25, 2019, when
Miss Suzie and I were rear-ended at a stop. While Miss Suzie looks pretty much
like new after spending over a month at the auto body shop, my pain has ebbed
and flowed, and has recently been near an all-time high. It's amazing just how
much getting rear-ended can mess up your neck and back...
That
said, though, I've been trying to learn to trust Christ more fully in this.
Last weekend was a weekend camp in the snow with our high school group, and I
was in so much pain Monday-Thursday of that week I didn't know if I would be
able to make it to the camp. I prayerfully decided to go ahead and go, and just
take it easy at the camp, which started Friday evening. Several family members and friends were praying, not
only for my physical pain, but that we leaders could be a true blessing to the
students, and that the students would be drawn closer to Christ.
Going to the camp, I tried to have the mindset that Christ would be glorified
in my weakness, and his power would be made perfect through my physical
limitations. We recently had a sermon on 2 Corinthians 12:9-10, which reads:
But he said to me,“My
grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my
weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. 10For
the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults,
hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
(English Standard). While my "weakness" on a physical level is not nearly as dramatic as Paul's, or even of many other individuals living today, I knew I wouldn't be able to get through the camp without His sufficient grace. And His grace truly was sufficient. Praise God, my symptoms were decreased during the camp, and I was able to participate, albeit carefully, in most of the activities. No one suffered any serious injuries. We were able to stay up late in our cabins having meaningful conversations (and we leaders had the energy to do so!). During the camp, God was working in the hearts of the leaders and students alike, and I am mind-blown by how receptive and hungry so many of the students were to better know Christ.
So, while my physical, and, on an even higher level, spiritual, state was that of great weakness, Christ's grace was sufficient and his power was displayed through His work in our and our students' hearts. I don't want to share this to make myself look good; I struggle with hypocrisy, pride, and self-focus on a daily -- even hourly -- basis. During the camp, while I tried to pour out myself in service to our girls, I was far from perfect. The above paragraphs don't talk about the inner turmoil I have with sin, or the self-doubt, distraction, and insecurity I felt during the camp. But, God used us broken leaders to work in the lives of young men and women. THAT is the point. His grace was sufficient. His power is made perfect in my weakness. "When I am weak, then I am strong," for the strength I am forced to rely on is not my own, but His.
This sister, Dad, and I were all able to go, plus one of our brothers (he as a student)
This sweet young lady and I even got to make a snowman!
The group, after our hike! There was supposed to be lots of snow, but although it was probably freezing, the snow had all blown away by mid-day, when we arrived at the summit.
