Mending

Hello Friends,

Sewing is not a hobby of mine, but I’m grateful that mom taught me how to mend rips and tears, reattach buttons, fix zippers, and use other techniques for saving clothes from being tossed out.

When I get out my sewing kit, a flood of memories hit me.  I see my mom fifty years ago in her sewing room, formerly an extra large closet.  She made some of our school outfits and almost all of our summer play clothes.  I remember the day she bought me my first sewing kit.  The sewing memories continue…

Late one winter, I committed to sewing matching Easter dresses for my two elementary age daughters.  It took me about 4 weeks of sewing in the evenings to complete the dresses. I checked that box of making homemade dresses and vowed to put away patterns and pins forever!  When the seam ripper is used more than the sewing machine, I can assume that sewing is not my gift.  I never regretted the memory of Easter outfits, complete with hats, gloves, white patent leather shoes, and homemade dresses, but … it was a one and done.

In my faith walk, I know that I am created in God’s own image, and yet sometimes I feel like such a mess.  I know I need His care moment by moment.  In His Word, He promises to always be with me and to finish the work He started in me.  Just when I’m feeling like a sewing project that’s gone wrong, my Lord doesn’t bail on me because my seams aren’t straight.  I’m never too wacky for Him to patch me up and give me more strength to fulfill my purpose.

Oftentimes, a word from a friend or musician will give me fresh insight.  More often than not, it is the Bible that breathes newness into my soul.  I’m grateful for the hunger He gave me for His Word and His Ways.

As the song goes, “Change my heart, Oh God, make it ever true.  Change my heart, Oh God, may I be like You.  You are the Potter, I am the clay.  Mold me and make me, this is what I pray.”

Of note.  I started this blog about two weeks ago when I needed to mend a shirt, and I started thinking about how often the Lord works on me and mends my brokenness.  Earlier this morning, I remembered my goal to finish off this blog before tomorrow.

Today, I needed to read this blog.  Today, I needed reminding that God is always working.  Today, I needed to lay down a burden and not feel like a goofball who had picked it up one more time.  Today, I needed a friend to pray, “Thank you, Lord, for never letting us go!”

Today, I pray, “Thank you, Lord, for the mending.”

MT Penny