A Christmas Miracle–Healing of a Childhood Memory

Sometimes it takes years to be healed from a lie you’ve believed about yourself. Especially when it began in childhood. Over time, you convince yourself it’s not important because it happened so long ago.

I’d buried that terrible moment from the third grade until last Thursday night.

A friend from church invited me to her small group Christmas party. All women. About ten or twelve of us. We laughed and talked, the way ladies do. After we ate, she cleared off the kitchen table. “Craft time!”

That’s when I remembered the day the lie–THE FEAR–was planted, 47 years ago.

“Ummm, excuse me. I don’t do arts and crafts.”

“Oh, these are easy,” another friend said. “We’re making snowmen ornaments.”

My heart did double time. Please no! Not arts and crafts! Help! Help! I’m stuck! 

“No thanks. I’ll just watch.”

That day in the third grade, the teacher passed out brown construction paper. We were supposed to rip a camel out of our paper. No scissors or pencils were allowed.

About thirty minutes later, the teacher proudly displayed 26 camels on the bulletin board. She wouldn’t hang up my camel.

None of them. I tried over and over.

They weren’t good enough. And I wasted lots of paper. 

All these years, I’ve been afraid of arts and crafts. 

Inside the kitchen, everyone got busy.

Everyone except me.

My new “art teacher” placed a clear ball in front of me. “You can do this,” she whispered. “I’ll help you.”

My heart boom-boom-boomed in my ears.

I was eight years old again. 

Shaky hands.

Staring at a piece of brown construction paper. 

But my friend was nothing like my third grade teacher. She smiled a lot and helped me. 🙂

First I poured something called Gleams inside my ball.

 

I swirled the paint around until my ornament turned white.

What if mine doesn’t work?

How’s this blob going to magically turn into a snowman?  

My new teacher said to let it dry inside a Styrofoam cup.

“Now, it’s time to glue his stocking cap on and draw a face.”

A glue gun? I don’t do glue guns. Or draw. 

But I’d come this far.

So I did the next part carefully. So… very… carefully, and–

Ya’ll–

I made a Christmas ornament! My first arts and crafts project! 

I fell in love with his precious face–almost like he was my own newborn baby. 

Then someone said something I’ll never forget. 

“Congratulations, Julie! You’re now an official crafter.” 

Me. A crafter! 🙂 Who knew? I’d been one my whole life–I just didn’t know it!

Back at home, I found a special place on the tree for my creation. Looking right at me, he seemed to say,

“Thank you! You brought me to life.”

Sort of like what God did for me. 

A single act of kindness can set someone free. Click to Tweet. 

All sorts of miracles happen when we’re set free! Click to Tweet.  

Have you ever believed a lie about yourself? Maybe that you weren’t good enough? 

Lies can cripple us, but their power over us can be broken! 

P.S. Have you ever discovered you had a hidden talent? Awesome, isn’t it!

Snowman ornament from Pinterest20 Dollar Store Christmas Decor Ideas on Browser.net 

Love,

Julie

 

 

Comments

  1. Julie, that’s so sweet. Goodness … our actions matter. We have the power to empower or cripple with our simple words. But you made an ornament! I hadn’t made one in a long time either until last year … the girls and I made sequined ones, like I made when I was a child. Before our lives fell apart. But that’s another story. 😉 I love you. xoxo

    • Absolutely, Shelli! Words can empower or cripple.
      And wo-hoooooooooooooooo, yes, yes, yes, I made an ornament. Two, actually. We went on to make angels out of ribbons. 🙂

      Another story…..so much love, my friend. I love you too.

  2. Patricia Martin says:

    Your snowman has personality. Maybe a Mrs. Snowman and kids are on the way? One of my church teachers said my craft had to be “perfect,” but my mom said that it did not have to be perfect and that my love made it better than perfect. God-willing Maddy will be home this Friday. I am praying. Love to you all.xoxoxo

    • Ohhh, what wonderful news! Maddy’s coming home for Christmas, Patricia!! I’m soooo happy!!!

      I know! I know! Mr. Snowman has quite the personality.

      Your speeches? Any scoop?

      xo

    • I like your mom’s words Patricia, “…love made it better than perfect”. Yeah, she’s so right. When we make things out of LOVE the results are always better than what we have imagined. What an inspiring insight!

  3. Anna Haney says:

    I also hate crafts. Have never been good at them. The year I taught third grade we made a reindeer from a work glove and mine looked like a sick cow. I have learned to laugh at my lack of talent now.

    As for believing a lie about myself or thinking that I am not good enough, boy howdy! Where to start. Not pretty. Not smart. Not good enough to get a job. Not cute enough to get a boyfriend when that really mattered a lot. Not spiritual enough to teach Sunday school. Wow. I don’t want to keep listing them because that makes it too easy for those negative thoughts to come back.

    I remember a quote I once saw from Eleanor Roosevelt: “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” Satan does that.

    Love you,
    Anna

    • Cathy Mayfield says:

      Thank you for reminding me of that quote, Anna. I believe “Joe” reminds “Mia” of that quote during “Princess Diaries,” a wonderful movie with Anne Hathaway and Julie Andrews – an actress combination worth watching! But it’s the line Joe says after Mia mentions Eleanor Roosevelt that you should also hear. He said, “Yes, another special lady like yourself.” And you are special, Anna. Merry Christmas!

    • Anna….a sick cow? If your reindeer was a sick cow, no telling what my camel was!!!

      LOVE your quote!! Jotting it down now. Amen and amen!

      Wouldn’t our little group have fun together–even doing an arts and crafts project? 🙂

      • Anna Haney says:

        Yes we could, only I would probably go a little crazy with glitter. LOL.

  4. Mary says:

    I love that snowman! It’s cute, AND it’s a memory peg — something for you to hang your good memories on. When you see it, you’ll remember the party, your friends, and your triumph!

    That insidious little voice that tells us that we can’t do something is just nasty, isn’t it? Your friend was so nice to step in and help. What a great reminder to all of us, to HELP EACH OTHER overcome that nasty little “you can’t!” voice. And of course, we all have the ultimate helper, God, who is always there to help us. I recently read this: instead of saying, “God, I have a big problem,” try saying, “Problem, I have a big God!” Maybe that can help each of us to summon up courage to squelch that negative voice!

    • Cathy Mayfield says:

      A “memory peg” to “hang (our) good memories on”!! What a great idea that gave me! Thanks, Mary! I can just picture this cute project with pegs made from various objects on which to “hang” memories. Ooo…it also shouts “devo material” to me! Watch out, Julie…we’re out to turn you into a craft-aholic! 🙂 Merry Christmas!

    • Now just look. Another amazing saying, Mary! “God, I have a big problem. Problem, I have a big God.”

      I love it! Thank you.

      I totally agree–we’re all in this together.
      To encourage.
      To pray for.
      To believe in.
      And to love as He first loved us.

  5. Julie!!!! I LOVE that sweet snowman! And after all these years, I had no idea about the third grade teacher! BOO! Yes, I’ve believed a lie about myself…still struggle with it “she can’t do anything well”…what an impact words can make- thank you for this post! xo

    • Robin, I finally told Mother maybe three or four years ago. I’ve used the camel story in speaking, but didn’t realize it still had a grip on me until arts and crafts time the other night.

      Just shaking my red head at the lie…”She can’t do anything well.”

  6. Mary Wilkins says:

    Another way in which we are kindred spirits. Whenever we are asked to draw or create something at a group meeting of any sort, I cringe. Teacher’s remark on 1st grade report card: Mary works well with her head, but not her hands. I hope that when I was teaching I didn’t say anything as hurtful. I know it wasn’t meant that way, but it stuck! Maybe that’s why I am so happy when playing the piano and knitting. Still not artistic from “scratch”, but I can read music and follow directions for socks! Glad you had a good experience with your ornament. Love it!

    • Mary, you and are getting so freed up!! I’m telling ya’!

      Can’t believe that was on your first grade report card and the two of us still remember this stuff.

      But no more! These lies aren’t going to keep us down!!!!

      Thank you for understanding this arts and craft moment of terror. But hallelujah, I’m free–free indeed!

  7. I just want to hug that third grade girl! I had an art teacher once take a pottery piece in which I was trying to do the head of a snake, as part of a totem pole. She thought I was doing the head of a person so she was quite mad that I made dots all over a person’s head with a tongue sticking out. She re-did the whole thing- and finally she heard me say, “no its a snake, not a person.” Then she had to re-do the whole thing again. She was clearly not happy. I still stare at that piece, which isn’t my work, and have always hesitated to do art again. The ornament looks adorable! And you look radiant! So often in my older years I have discovered we get to re-visit some of the past hurts, and get a chance to make it right again! xoxo

    • Vicky,

      Your story just stole my heart. And that teacher trying to crush your creativity! Arrrrrggggggg. You knew what you were doing the whole time.

      Isn’t it just amazing the things we remember from sooooo long ago?

      I’d love to see a picture of your “new” snake…like didn’t she think you could make a snake? Hello?!

      Yes, the healing comes as we get a little older. I’m praying for everyone who reads this post–to be set free–especially from childhood memories.

      Thank you! xo

  8. Cathy Mayfield says:

    How adorable!! I love that you felt so happy and accomplished, Julie! I got goosebumps reading this one, as though I was there watching you consciously draw each breath, hesitantly squeeze each drop of paint into the glass ball, anxiously fret about whether or not the glue would come pouring out when all you wanted was a tiny squeeze, and finally, grimacing as you gave him a face. I LOVE helping people get past their fears of creating, one reason I enjoy working with all ages of students to create with their words.

    As for the lie…hopefully, you have forgiven this teacher from long ago. All teachers have words and actions they wish they’d never said or done – words spoken but not meant the way they were intended, actions meant for good but actually harmful. In fact, I just did that on Monday in my writing class. I have a young lady with slight learning/social troubles who is just delightful. She loves writing and has actually written several poems and songs just for me, as her teacher. I’ve known her almost all her life and have watched her come so far in these classes (a past student in a class a few years back).

    For class this week, we had fun with a story jar idea, where each student wrote a continuing object-driven story using various items they pulled from my “story bag” (had to transfer the things from the story jar to a story bag, Christmas bag, that is!) As each student shared their stories, I made a quick decision to let them all rate their peers’ stories from 1-5, the winner receiving the Christmas marshmallow treat from the bag. As it came to this young girl’s turn, I realized what a foolish thing I’d done.

    Yes, the other students are caring, but being put under the stress of hearing the numbers would have made me cringe in school. She ended up with the lowest score, and I had damage control to do after class as I drove her home. “You may have been the lowest, but you were only two points from the highest!” I told her. But this is a lesson we all learn, one time or another. No matter how much I want to encourage my students, there will be times I will fail in my attempts. I just need to forgive myself and keep trying, keep recalling the positives – like the way this same girl has blossomed in my classes, according to her mom. Thank You, Jesus, for always being there and for the love I have for my students not even holding a candle, to use a cliche, to the love You have for them.

    • Cathy, I was praying as I wrote this–that readers might be able to live this moment with me–just like you said, dropping the glue, drawing the little eyes–and even be set free from any lingering childhood memories.

      Forgiving the teacher–what a good point. I don’t feel any anger toward, but, “Lord, if it’s there, I forgive her. Please use this story to bring healing.”

      Oooooh, this moment you had with this precious girl. You handled it just beautifully and I bet she felt it all the way down to her toes. And such a tender heart to realize how she might be feeling. She’s blessed to have you as her teacher, Cathy.

      xoxoxox

  9. Omigoodness! It looks like you’ve been doing this your whole life! Great job. 🙂

    For decades I believed that I was not tuned in to other people, that I wasn’t able to connect and encourage. I believed the lie that I couldn’t be empathetic or sympathetic. I also believed the lie that I shouldn’t enjoy my children, even though I secretly did. I’m so glad I can do it openly, now.

    • Flea. Flea. Flea.

      Your words come from a healed, whole heart. I can tell!! I’m cheering for you here in my little loft office. And I’m shaking my head–oh the lies that worm their way in.

      But there’s another way to live. And we can be set free. And stay free!!

      Thank you so much for sharing with us. 🙂 🙂

      Such a compliment you gave me on Mr. Snowman–in fact, I think I’m keeping him out all year long.

  10. i’m hyperventilating here and sobbing….. my experience was in second grade and we were making the cut-out snowflakes. i was so excited ’cause i knew how to make them. so i jumped up and raised my hand and told the teacher. She snapped at me, “Do you want to teach this class?” compounded with other life issues this translated into nobody wants what i have to offer. nearly fifty years later, i finally know better.
    Julie, i LOVE your snowman. he is adorable, but more, for what he represents—VICTORY!!!

    • Ohhhhhh, Robin….

      How can I give your beautiful words a worthy response? Such raw honesty. And the thing is, we believed lies (not only about snowflakes and snowmen) but other stuff for years. We didn’t know there was another way to live.

      I can feel what you must’ve felt that day–when you wanted to hide.

      And for so many years, we believed this junk about ourselves.

      BUT NO MORE. HALLELUJAH! NO MORE.

      I can feel The Truth rising up and pounding in my heart as I’m tying this.

      My snowman represents, “God loves us. He says we are precious in His sight.”

      Thank you. So much love, my beautiful friend.

  11. Julie Gilleand says:

    Hi Julie,

    I’m not a crafty person at all either, so I have never been into that. But I remember one time, I think it was also 4th grade for me, that in art class we all made place mats, weaving strips of various colors of construction paper and then fraying the ends to make it look thatched. Well, this must have been something that clicked somewhere and I think I did an really good job. Walking home from school I carried it carefully in my hands, not wanting to fold or bend it so I could show my mother when I got home. Well, a gust of wind blew it out of my hands. I panicked as I watched it sail through the air and then finally land — on the cinder path as we called it. I knew it would be dirty but I ran to go get it. Before I could get to it, some mean boy on a bike deliberately ran over it with his bike and hit his brakes, skidding across my lovely placemat, tearing it to shreds. He looked back at me and laughed hideously at his “accomplishment”, as proud of his ability to destroy and hurt as I was at my accomplishment. My heart broke as I picked up the pieces and I fought tears the rest of the way home. I couldn’t understand why it made him so happy to hurt somebody this way and to destroy something of someone else’s.

    I never forgot that event, obviously, and have remembered it each time my heart was broken or dreams shattered during my adult years. It would feel just like it did on that cinder path. As if something that brought me joy was ripped from my hands (or life) and thrown to the ground providing a perfect target for someone to use against me or hurt me. In an old suitcase I have stored many art projects my boys made in school and one I especially love is the very same kind of woven placemat one of them made, just like the one I made, only left beautifully intact, as if God restored it to me through the gift my boys are to me. But also because of my old cinder path experience, I cringe too when it comes to needing to do crafts. Every year at our work Christmas party they put art supplies on our tables and ask us to make Christmas cards to be brought to shut-ins and people in nursing homes. I don’t panic, but I cringe at having to “perform” this way, or feeling I have to. But every time, I end up having fun doing it and not doing to terrible a job! Same thing when we had an office door-decorating contest this year at work. I thought, nah, I don’t care to do it. The lady I share an office with wasn’t too enthused about it either but a funny thing happened. The more we talked about it, the more ideas floated to the surface and before you knew it, we were fully enveloped in our plans and supply shopping and finally the decorating itself. I don’t know if you saw our creation on FB when I posted it, but we made Rudolph, snow, little gifts, a Christmas tree, and garland all around with Christmas lights. We had so much fun doing it. We didn’t win but we did get 28 “likes” and were quite proud of it. So although I’m not crafty, I’ve learned that sometimes all it takes is a little nudge and maybe someone to work with, to accomplish something and that’s a pretty good life lesson!

    Thank you for sharing your story and reminding me of my own.

    Christmas blessings, other Leafy Julie G 🙂

    — Leafy Sister-Julie

    • Leafy–Sis,

      My, oh, my. You are a wonderful storyteller. I could see it all happening in my mind. The cinder path (what an appropriate title), the mean boy, your suitcase full of memories.

      It was your place mat and my snowman….and just look. All these years later, and we remember. And God is soooooooo good to let us connect and know that He heals us–even our memories– and sets us free.

      Maybe the ripped place mat and my rejected camel helped tenderize our hearts. He’s bringing good out of our yuckiest days, even now. I believe it.

      No, I don’t think I saw your Christmas door decorating, but I’ll go check it out!!

      You know, it’s a beautiful thing. Even when we’re all grown up, a little unexpected kindness can set us free.

      • Julie Gilleand says:

        Thank you for saying such nice words about my storytelling. It means a lot to me because of a writing course (through the mail) I took years ago where my teacher kept telling me I told too much and didn’t show enough. She kept saying “Show, don’t tell”. I knew she was right but it was hard getting dinged all the time for it, especially when she didn’t have much positive to say to counteract that. So I’ve always been self-conscious about that when writing.

        And yes you’re right God is bringing healing even out of something that happened so long ago to us.and that is a beautiful thing and gives hope for other things too. And by the way, I love your ornament. It is so lovely and sweet! And neat also to hear how it is done. I never knew!

        Other Julie 🙂

        • Well, your story had tons of heart, emotion, and suspense–all makings of a fantastic storyteller.

          I’m kinda proud of my little snowman. Thank you!

          Your reindeer door decor is fabulous~

          • Julie Gilleand says:

            Thanks! 🙂

          • marci says:

            So agree! What an incredable story teller. Leafy Julie, I love to read what you write. You have such a way with words. So glad God had us meet here!

          • Julie Gilleand says:

            Me too, Marci. So glad we met! Thanks 🙂

          • Just jumping in to say I LOVE what God is doing here. We’re making friends and He’s working in our hearts–healing us and setting us free!

            Thank you, Lord!!! Keep giving us ideas. We’re listening…….We love You!

  12. Pat Crowley says:

    Thanks for this encouraging story. Even at my age God is still untangling things from my rough childhood. Isn’t that wonderful?

  13. Suzette says:

    I never had a self-confidence problem until we moved to Snellville. We moved right after Christmas of 7th grade. Most of the other students had lived there their entire life and I was the new kid. Children who are 12 or 13 aren’t the most welcoming, so I started believing I wasn’t pretty enough or fun enough to be their friend.

    Then we moved to Texas right before my junior year of high school. It was a different location, but that feeling followed me there. I wouldn’t be popular because I wasn’t pretty enough. People treat you the way you expect to be treated, so everything I expected to happen came true.

    Going to college, where everyone was the new kid, finally opened my eyes. I thought the problem was with me, but it really was with others. From that point on I decided not to let anyone make me feel less than worthy. I joined a sorority, was active in student government, and had a fantastic four years!

    • Suzette!!!! I’m sooooo thankful. You got it! You understood!

      The Truth sets us free. And when we’re free, we just naturally want to help others be set free…Something about the unconditional love of God helps us to (finally) love ourselves.

      So, so, so happy to discover you were healed during college.

      Thank you for sharing~~~~~

  14. Patricia Martin says:

    I am finished with all my speeches and am finished with my semester!(: God and your prayers helped carry me through.((;

    • Wo-hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Just screamed and scared teh dogs, but I’m so stinkin’ proud of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

  15. marci says:

    So glad you posted this. And that this one gentle nudging, with making the ornament, has done so much to heal. It seems we all carry so much baggage from our childhood. Childhood can be such a tender time, it could come with a tag– FRAGILE, handle with care. .. And there is a lot of truth to the words, “The tongue is mighter than the sword”. I didn’t have the problem with art, in fact Art/ crafts were comforting for me along with reading and writing.. But I had (and am still working on) my share of other things that made me shiver! And how wonderful when even at our ages we can look back and be healed. I have had a few of those times, and have had memories come back to me recently so this really does fit in for me. God can and does heal us anytime, even so many years later. The biggest lesson I got from your writing was– God can heal at anytime, and that, also, even stories from so long ago in our lives, are not set in stone, and they can be seen differently. Realizing that you could be crafty all along.

    From last week- talking about being visual, I mentioned it was Ants for me and also from DR Amen. A.N.Ts
    — God and his sense of humor.. it may be going into winter, but,,,, guess what suddenly we had in our kitchen. ants! I think the Lord is telling me something. Get rid of those automatic neg. thoughts… alone with the ants.

    Know your little orament will be a nice visual reminder for you, and I can picture you smiling each time you see it.. may it bring you much Joy.. with it’s little SIMPLE self~ 🙂
    God Bless!

    • Marci’a. You’re absolutely right. Childhood is a time of “Fragile Handle with care.” And I’m wondering if some of us are a bit more fragile (me!). But that’s okay. God uses us with tender hearts to reach out to others who’re hurting.

      You drew so much out of my little snowman story. Makes me so happy–to know that me, simple Julie, can listen to God, agree to be healed, and then He helps me write it. He’s given me everything I need.

      Yes! Yes! It doesn’t matter how old we are or how much time has passed, He’ll do whatever it takes to help us be set free.

      And I’m just totally impressed…You’re a crafter!! Me too!!! And it’s okay that I’m late to the party.

      No. WAY. Ants in your kitchen??!! And you were going to buy some plastic ones. Now you don’t have to. 🙂

      Love you dearly. Thank you. For everything.

  16. Julie,

    I still remember your paper tearing camel story from 8th grade Sunday School! I am so proud of you for moving away from fear and into creative joy. What tender-hearted ladies you gather with.

    Love the reminder that “a simple act of kindness can set someone free.”

    Thank you for sharing your snowman!

    • Jill!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

      I knew I’d shared the story speaking…didn’t remember sharing it while teaching SS. In fact, my BFF commented on FB that I’d never told her.

      That’s the beauty of this story—-God is ready to heal our memories. All of them! Even not being able to tear out a camel.

      Thanks so much for letting me know you’re reading. So much love~~~~~~~~And yes, my friends are amazing. Tenderhearted is a perfect word to describe them.

  17. Teri Adkins says:

    He’s beautiful! I too am not “crafty”….maybe there’s hope for me yet?

    • Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Teri, yes, yes, yes!!!!

      I’m telling you–it was a spiritual thing, making that snowman. And I’m still watching for your smiling face at 12Stone. I’m greeting almost every Sunday morning.

      xoxoxoxoxo

  18. For some reason the scripture that says my soul has escaped like a bird out of the snare of the fowler came to mind as I read this. God created us to soar freely, but the enemy uses the lies we believe due to painful experiences to keep us tied to the ground. God is setting you free to soar!

    • Oh, yes. Hallelujah, Elizabeth. That’s it! That’s how I felt holding my newborn snowman.

      So worth the wait~~~~~

      P.S. Wish you’d have been there to take pictures. 🙂 We had to use my cell phone.

  19. I LOVE your snowman ornament! He’s adorable. Just like you.
    Merry Christmas, Julie, and put that special little “baby” on the tree every year. Better yet, keep him hanging around your loft desk for inspiratoin. You ARE a woman who can craft. You’re an artist. Kind of like clicking your heels together. You had it in you all along.

    • I am, B.J.!!! He’s going to sit on my desk all year ’round!

      I know!!! It was here all along. ~~~~

      Great big hugs this morning!

  20. Patricia Martin says:

    How is your mom doing? How about Gene? I am thrilled to be done with school for the semester! I just started kicking back and relaxing with Xmas, my parents’ wedding anniversary, and my birthday all coming up in the next 10 days when I found out that two eccentric relatives may coming during that time period. ): I am trying not to stress. I wish I could turn them into magical snowmen. How are your simple holiday plans coming along?
    xo

    • Patricia….I’m laughing. Magical snowmen. So funny!!

      Actually, my blog is going to go live tomorrow instead of Wednesday this week. I’m going with Mother on Wed to have an endoscopy. And I’m blogging about her tomorrow. She’s okay–just some tummy troubles. You’re so sweet to ask!

      Wo-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooo. Happy almost birthday and Merry Christmas. So happy for your parents’ anniversary. Those are mighty special days to celebrate.

      Love,
      J

  21. So much fun in these photos. 😀
    Happy Christmas!

  22. Oh, Julie. I want to be set free too! We have had crafting nights at church; taking me forever (the whole time, actually) while others were plowing through giggling and going to 7-8 stations of fun, while I am still trying to figure out how to decorate a picture frame insert. Recently I went to our Christmas Craft night and watched (at least I did go) ~ “I’m not a crafts person,” buying others’ treasures offered for presents. I’ll be brave the next time ~ and let you know :D. I like your precious little guy ~ I’d leave him out all year long. Kathleen ~ Lane Hill House

    • Kathleen!!! Sounds like we’re twinsies!!! I can’t believe it!!!!

      I just found your sweet retweets, and thank you, my friend.

      Please let me know when the next time comes. I want to hear all about it. I think you’re well on your way to total craft freedom!

      Love,
      Your twin sister 🙂

  23. I will, Julie! I always have wanted a twin sister ~ when I was in high school I would daydream I would send her in to take the tests 😀 Blessings to you! Kathleen

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