Life Is Like Sewing
I love to sew. Someone from the home extension office came to our school and started a 4-H club for my class when I was in fourth grade. I signed up for sewing and Mother helped me with my first project, a red-checked apron, bound (not very well) with bias tape. I’ve sewed ever since.
I have started a tradition of making a baby quilt for each grandchild. Here’s the latest.
As I said, I like to sew. It’s the unsewing that I don’t like. Sometimes when I have made a mistake (which is often), I think about many of this or that I could have made, if I could just do everything one time instead of doing things over — sometimes over and over.
We folks just can’t get things right the first time and every time, can we? I guess we shouldn’t be too surprised or worried when our children don’t either.
Not that I have already obtained it
or have already become perfect,
but I press on so that I may lay hold of that
for which also I was laid hold of by Christ Jesus.
Philippians 3:12