The Sparrow's Nest

I've been studying more about Jesus Christ, our Savior in a manual called "Come Follow Me." For those of you who don't know what that is, here is the link:  https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/manual/come-follow-me-for-individuals-and-families-old-testament-2022?lang=eng The study I did today was reading Psalms 8, 19, and 33. The question posed for the reading was: How do the Lord’s creations declare the glory of God to you? My answer: They are a pure, mighty, and sure testimony of Him that can’t be disputed. When I look upon them, I know that He is, and that gives me more comfort than anything, when I’m all alone and frightened. Looking at the stars tells me that He is real and that He is there. From there, all that I’m told is true of Him. He loves me and will always be with me. He made all those things and He made me, and I am His daughter. I am His baby. Nothing can make itself, and that’s a fact. He had to make it. Matter can’t organize itself, it has no br...

"The Little Man" was based on two bizarre stories that took place in the same room of my grandma's house and later was my dad's house. When my parents were newlyweds, still in college, and my mom was pregnant with me, she and my dad had to live with my grandparents for a little while. They were designated to the smallest bedroom in the house. My mom had nightmares that I'd be born as a walking, talking little man in a black suit, about two feet high. Of course, that never happened and I was a normal squishy baby. Fast forward a few decades, and the house belongs to my dad now. My youngest sister was now in that same middle room. She woke up in the middle of the night, feeling like something was there. She glanced at her shoulder and a little man in a black suit was perched by her face and looking at her. In a fit of panic, she seized him and threw him across the room. She tried to go back to sleep, but then sat up, freaking that he was angry and would bite her fee...

The last few years have been extremely dry and hot. Smoke, sometimes ashes falling out of the sky, and the whir of helicopters have become routine for the summer months. Evacuation is a possibility. It could be followed by bedbugs and other gross things, like itchy chicken blankets and allergy attacks. The rains have come early this year. They fell in June, which is usually a giant blister on the calendar. Lots and lots of rain! The fields have become green and the trees have stopped crying. The air has cooled off, which is an especial blessing for a house with no AC or swamp cooler to speak of. How I love the rain! I love the formations the clouds make. I love how it turns everything green and springy. The scent it brings is one of my favorite aromas in the world. Near the end of the monsoon season, the mushrooms pop out. Flowers bloom and return to life. Scorched skies are washed azure blue. Rain falls instead of ash. The water becomes sweet and cold, as if all the chlorine and bleac...

I've tried to sew before. I even posted my failures on this blog. There was a hideous blue skirt that turned into a duster, and then I busted my sewing machine. I put my sewing machine away, but after a while, the words came into my mind: "Try again." This time, I went onto YouTube channels in search of tutorials and found some really easy ones. I learned to steal the patterns from my own clothes. I had one skirt that made me look elegant. Guess what, it was a straight skirt. Sew up two rectangles and you're ready to go. With my first skirt completed, I took my broke hide to Walmart and dug around in the clearance rack for decent fabric between 2 and 8 bucks. I hunted through my closet and found this gorgeous fabric that had been used for a Halloween costume when I was little. I dismantled it with a thread cutter. Pretty soon, I had tons of pretty fabric to make the dresses I wanted, and not what the stores or perverts in high places dictated. I could own dresses both...

I have a pet jumping spider named Little Frank. I discovered him in my window. Flies kept coming in, but as soon as they got to the window, they vanished. Beetles, moths, flies, every one who went to the window never came back out again. That's when I found Little Frank. He hunts around in my room, jumping anything that comes in. I spotted him yesterday, and now he's Little "Fat" Frank. I have yet to get a picture of Little "Fat" Frank. He's quite tiny. I'm thankful Heavenly Father sent him to me.

An acquaintance of mine said she didn't like cucumbers because she never knew which ones were bitter. She said it was chance to find a good one. If you're having that problem, you've come to the right place. You will be able to pick up any cucumber without fear. Step one: you can buy any cucumber you want, even from Walmart and it'll taste good. Step two: cut off the ends of the cucumbers, but keep them. Step three: take these ends and rub them in circular motions on the ends you just cut them from. Some cucumbers are more bitter than others. If you get a really bitter one, white gunk will start oozing out after a few seconds. It could be so bad that it'll look like foam. Rinse the goo off and rub it again until nothing comes out. Step four: rub the other side with the other piece you sliced off. The same gunk will come out. Just repeat step three until no more bitter oozes out. If you get a good cucumber, hardly anything or nothing will come out after like thirty s...

We headed out to our destination 4,987,687,968,940 miles away. I drove first and nearly died of a heart attack when passing those massive trucks. Why weren't they still on strike? Couldn't they have kept it up until AFTER my road trip? I tried to look into their windows to see if they had to wear masks or not, but then I almost crashed, so I stopped. We headed into a weird-looking forest full of bushes. People hunt mule deer in their often, but it looked more like a place to hide a body. If you got lost in there, nobody would find you. You could walk in circles forever and never get out. The Blair Witch had nothing on that bush forest. Everything looked the same. All the bushes were twins. On top of that, a sign was up telling me that I was leaving the city that I was trying to get to. What? Where did I miss the turn-off? There was no turn-off in the Blair Witch bush forest. One day I got out of there and reached some town twenty miles from my destination. The GPS repeated ten ...