Mother’s Day was around the corner. Perfect timing. My church was giving me the opportunity to conduct a quilt class for mothers and their daughters. Quilting is a passion of mine and I was getting to share it with others!
I selected a sampler style project that would be an introduction to the many facets of the craft. With a creative seed planted, I was hoping other women would join me in making quilts for those in need. This could be the start of something big. I was going to shine.
It was a learning experience alright. For me. Organization was required. Relaying directions in a way novice quilters and young girls could understood was important. Supposedly, I was to be the knowledgeable teacher. It was going fairly well. Until the end was in sight and it was time to bind the edges of the wall-hanging.
One mother/daughter team was getting in the groove and were ahead of the group.
There is just no easy way to say this.
I ruined their project. I cut her binding too short. If only the ground would open for me to fall in and disappear!
Needless to say, no one jumped to join in my little mission for the needy. I was more than embarrassed, I was humbled. Which I greatly deserved.
With all my fluff and greatness, I never asked the Lord to bless this opportunity. How arrogant can one get?
Since my public tragedy my friends smile with patient endurance as I rattle off on my current quilt endeavor. But I’ve learned not to be so full of myself. A friend aptly clarifies quilting,
“You buy several yards of fabrics, cut them into pieces, and then sew them all back together again.” Yes, she gets it.
Eventually, two women did join me in quilt-making for those in need. We met once a month. But due to all of us employed, getting a quilt completed proved to be a challenge. I discussed this dilemma with the Lord many a time. My prayer was answered via a garage sale.
A neighbor came by purchasing my fabric. She shared that several ladies in her church do a similar ministry to an organization my church is also affiliated with. She graciously invited our group to join them. More hands to the task! At first I was encouraged, but eventually turned my mission over to them.
These events took place over many years. Not because God was slow to respond or that he was punishing me for promoting self.
I’m certain it has more to do with dedication to what God wants, not what I’m willing to do for God. He has his plans which far surpass what I can imagine.
If my intentions are genuine, then my life needs to walk in step with Him.