A Living Tapestry.: Building Forts and other fab things

Friday, June 22, 2012

Building Forts and other fab things

I have been so inspired by others. A friend pointed me to a blog about boys and I found this wonderful idea. Fort Friday. On Fridays they build all sorts of different kids of forts using all sorts of things in different parts of the home. Now we have had a fair share of forts. The lounge cushions have been doubling as fort walls for ever but what this blog inspired me to do is to shift this a bit and make it a regular feature indoors and out. So off my mind roars. This holiday now not only has a theme but it now has a big project. I have been wanting and longing to transform our garden into a lads fab spot with long ropes and tall swings and danger and so now we begin. We will try to collectively build a fort. Ill keep you posted :)

Check out this site for some fun ideas.

http://fortheboys.squarespace.com/home/tag/fort-friday#

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Psalm 139

9 O Lord, you have searched me and known me!  2 You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
 you discern my thoughts from afar.
 3 You search out my path and my lying down
 and are acquainted with all my ways.
 4 Even before a word is on my tongue,
 behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.
 5 You them me in, behind and before,
 and lay your hand upon me.
 6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
 it is high; I cannot attain it.
 7 Where shall I go from your Spirit?
 Or where shall I flee from your presence?
 8 If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
 If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
 9 If I take the wings of the morning
 and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
 10 even there your hand shall lead me,
 and your right hand shall hold me.
 11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
 and the light about me be night,”
 12 even the darkness is not dark to you;
 the night is bright as the day,
 for darkness is as light with you.
 13 For you formed my inward parts;
 you knitted me together in my mother's womb.
 14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
 Wonderful are your works;
 my soul knows it very well.
 15 My frame was not hidden from you,
 when I was being made in secret,
 intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
 16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
 in your book were written, every one of them,
 the days that were formed for me,
 when as yet there was none of them.
 17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
 How vast is the sum of them!
 18 if I would count them, they are more than the sand.
 I awake, and I am still with you.
 19 Oh that you would slay the wicked, O God!
 O omen of blood, depart from me!
 20 They speak against you with malicious intent;
 your enemies take your name in vain.
 21 Do I not hate those who hate you, O Lord?
 And do I not loathe those who rise up against you?
 22 I hate them with complete hatred;
 I count them my enemies.
 23 Search me, O God, and know my heart!
 Try me and know my thoughts!
 24 And see if there be any grievous way in me,
 and lead me in the way everlasting!