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Sasa The Knitting Poet's Intro...

This is jus a little intro into the world of everything Sasa. Yes I love to knit, but this blog is about more than just knitting. It's about the life that I'm knitting. I'm a poet of sorts. Some of my poetry is good...some...not so. I will let you be the judge. Well this is just the beginning. there is much more to come... I live a very a very complicated life. Not exactly picture perfect. Come join me on this special journey.

It has been a while...

It has been some time since I left my place in the blogging world. I feel it is time to pick it back up. We have suffered yet another end of the world scenario because the mayan people were killed in the flood before finishing what is now their famous calendar. Yes, I am talking about the Biblical flood, Noah's ark, and you should know the story if not feel free to ask. It is now Christmas time and it seems everywhere I turn, there is turmoil. No peace anywhere, It is tiresome at times. People are angry with the govt. for taking away their rights, and for just plain old lying to them. So many are tired of abortions, not being allowed to have prayer in the schools, the Bible disrespected, and nobody seems to know it at all anymore. Things have become sad. A week ago 20 children were killed in a school in CT and 6 teachers by a suicidal young man with no purpose or guidance in his life. He did not respect his own life, he could not expect anyone to believe that he respected any ...

You Are Not Who They See The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart. I Samuel 16:7 I remember growing up and feeling judged by my classmates. My parents felt that making me wear dresses, and not cut my hair or wear earrings made me holy in some way. Personally I think it made them feel more righteous, but alas they wanted the very best for their daughter and felt that seeing to it that I was dressed according to their convictions was the right thing to do. I remember being teased relentlessly, because all of the other girls wore bell bottoms and smock tops. I wanted to do all the things they were doing and couldn’t because I was in a dress. I wanted others to see me as the girl who loved to jump rope, run races, swim and compete. It seemed that no one could get past my outward packaging, or how I was adorned. That part of my life ended and after I had children, I was judged for their appearances and be...

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