I love to send cards.
Back in high school, when I fell in love with stamping, I started making my own cards - for everything. Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries, sympathy, thinking-of-you...all of it.
Thanks for fixing my flat tire. Thanks for giving me a loan for my car. (And don't you think for one minute I'm kidding about either one of those. I'm not.)
This past summer, shortly after putting my house on the market, I began to pack. It was a short-lived adventure: all of one weekend. I packed up my craft closet, mostly so I could clean it out, get rid of things I no longer want or use, and put all that stuff in my yard sale.
Check.
And now the craft closet sits, packed so neatly, and the house is still on the market. And you know the crazy thing? People go right on having birthdays even though I don't have the means to send them a handmade card anymore!
It's been very strange to start shopping in the card aisle again, but I do it.
And then while making my Valentine cards on Shutterfly...I discovered this!
My stamps may be packed, but my camera is not. And you know how I love to take pictures of pretty stuff.
This is a picture I took of the ocean when I visited Lynnette and Mark out in Virginia Beach a couple of summers ago. While I was sitting on the beach that day, I pondered the words of the hymn The Love of God. This one particular verse hit me:
Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky.
I added those words to the picture and had a 16x20 print made, which now hangs over my bed.
And since all that work was already done, I just uploaded it to Shutterfly and now I have a set of notecards that are still totally Bekah. Not stamped, but still mine!
I sense more photo cards in my future...
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