It probably doesn't mean a thing to anyone but me, but I know that I have prayed for good health for my grandson and that a little bit of me is right there with him.
I think also that maybe God is using this to bring me back to a calling, a passion, that I have been neglecting since my father died. I get such joy out making various types of quilts to give away. So many charities need them. I have been told by many that I have a talent for quilting (crafting in general) and went through a bible study class to find that this is truly a gift from God. I make things, I make them well, and am pretty quick with it as well. I can crochet, but while most find it soothing, relaxing, for me it is nerve wracking. I love to sew, to embroiderer (both machine and hand) and now have some new goals for my crafting.
One, I want to make several isolette quilts each month and just take them straight up to the NICU that my little grandson is in. I don't think I will be joining the back in the local quilt guild any time soon. Too much little knit picky things go on there that leave a sour taste in my mouth. I am very uncomfortable when attending. However, I may try it again in the fall.
Two, I am going to jump back in to my church's quilt group this fall when they start back up. I have a ton of Christmas fabric squares that I hope to make in to a quilt for the church to use as a door prize this year for the Christmas program they are reviving.
Three, I want to make some charity quilts to use up my scraps and stash. Although, my stash isn't as big as it used to be since I was stupid and gave a bunch of it away, God seems to find ways of providing me what I need to make various projects.
Four, I need to do a lot of sewing of garments. I have the patterns, the fabric, just need to do it. That is a fall project as well since I am using the summer to clean and organize the house.
Speaking of God providing. I have found many times, that I would get an idea for a quilt, be driven to make it, complete it, and not have any where for it to go. I put it up and it never fails that somewhere down the line it is the perfect quilt for a person that could use it. Here is an example. A fellow church member gave me a big bag of fabric because she knew that I quilted. The following month, a local quilt shop offered a quilt class that I was just really drawn to so I took it. The class demo was a lovely quilt in mauve, greens, and cream colors a bit of a variation on the Ohio Star. Reminded me of an English tea garden. Well, for some odd reason, even though I like the demo fabrics, I decided to use a completely different color palette using the fabrics that the lady from church had given me. They were bold primary colors, I used black to pull it together. And, of course, the ladies that take the quilt classes on a regular basis and always make the quilt exactly like the demo, all thought I was crazy and let it be known that they did not care much for my quilt. Not that I really cared what they thought, I finished up sewing the binding down and then just put the quilt away in my closet. Almost a year later, my husband's boss had a daughter that was badly injured while serving in Iraq. She came home to several operations and skin graphs. After healing up, she came and talked to our church bible study group about reaching for the stars, keeping the faith to reach the stars. I pulled the quilt out and brought with me to the bible study and gave it to her telling her that she is our star for her service. It was all her favorite colors. Her dad told my hubby at work that the quilt is the first thing she packs when she goes back to any hospital stays.
In other words, God had a plan, I followed the plan, and the person the plan was for was blessed. I was blessed by being able to do it for her.
Thanks for stopping by today, hope your day goes wonderfully. I am off to start some laundry, pick up daughter J from summer class, then to a doctor consult for my droopy eyelids.