Oh my goodness, I've been sewing today and pondering the invention of the sewing machine. So, I went to one of my favorite sites "Wikipedia" to see who invented it. What an article, you need to read it - no one person is actually given complete credit. The article does have some interesting videos that show how it makes the locked stitch. I confess, I was overwhelmed! But, in spite of everything going on today, I enjoyed taking an old embroidered dresser runner and creating a small pillow. I think I am going to figure out what to do with all the tatted doilies I have - so much work went into them. I am "upcycling"....how about you?
Psalm 104
Praise the Lord, my soul.
Lord my God, you are very great;
you are clothed
with splendor and majesty.
The Lord wraps himself in light as with a garment;
he stretches out
the heavens like a tent
and lays the beams of his upper chambers on their waters.
He makes the clouds his chariot
and rides on the
wings of the wind.
He makes winds his messengers,
flames of fire his
servants.
He set the earth on its foundations;
it can never be
moved.
You covered it with the watery depths as with a garment;
the waters stood
above the mountains.
But at your rebuke the waters fled,
at the sound of
your thunder they took to flight;
they flowed over the mountains,
they went down
into the valleys,
to the place you
assigned for them.
You set a boundary they cannot cross;
never again will
they cover the earth.
He makes springs pour water into the ravines;
it flows between
the mountains.
They give water to all the beasts of the field;
the wild donkeys
quench their thirst.
The birds of the sky nest by the waters;
they sing among
the branches.
He waters the mountains from his upper chambers;
the land is
satisfied by the fruit of his work.
He makes grass grow for the cattle,
and plants for
people to cultivate—
bringing forth food from the earth:
wine that gladdens human hearts,
oil to make their
faces shine,
and bread that
sustains their hearts.
The trees of the Lord are well watered,
the cedars of
Lebanon that he planted.
There the birds make their nests;
the stork has its
home in the junipers.
The high mountains belong to the wild goats;
the crags are a
refuge for the hyrax.
He made the moon to mark the seasons,
and the sun knows
when to go down.
You bring darkness, it becomes night,
and all the beasts
of the forest prowl.
The lions roar for their prey
and seek their
food from God.
The sun rises, and they steal away;
they return and
lie down in their dens.
Then people go out to their work,
to their labor
until evening.
How many are your works, Lord!
In wisdom you made
them all;
the earth is full
of your creatures.
There is the sea, vast and spacious,
teeming with
creatures beyond number—
living things both
large and small.
There the ships go to and fro,
and Leviathan,
which you formed to frolic there.
All creatures look to you
to give them their
food at the proper time.
When you give it to them,
they gather it up;
when you open your hand,
they are satisfied
with good things.
When you hide your face,
they are
terrified;
when you take away their breath,
they die and
return to the dust.
When you send your Spirit,
they are created,
and you renew the
face of the ground.
May the glory of the Lord endure forever;
may the Lord
rejoice in his works—
he who looks at the earth, and it trembles,
who touches the
mountains, and they smoke.
I will sing to the Lord all my life;
I will sing praise
to my God as long as I live.
May my meditation be pleasing to him,
as I rejoice in
the Lord.
But may sinners vanish from the earth
and the wicked be
no more.
Praise the Lord, my soul.
Praise the Lord.
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