There was that time when baby three took a rare nap and my hands were free and I sewed it up quick, a dress for my oldest. It felt so good to to do something good. I sewed the last stitch and lifted up the dress and realized I’d done it all backwards, that I’d sewn the skirt right inside out. And then the baby woke and my big girl came in, eager to wear her new garb. It all seemed pointless and no good. There was no time for erasing.
I was about to just toss it when Carolyn walked in and grabbed up the mistake and put it right on, smiling. She took no notice that the skirt was backwards and all that stitching was right there on the outside.
It was just perfect for her.
When I’ve sewn it backwards or the stain sets in or the bush withers, I’m half tempted to just leave it all for dead.
But this is not God’s way.
‘The perfect God is doing a perfect work in us to make us perfect.’
Paul Washer in the One True God
He is always writing and never erasing and always able to make something good of it. It’s never a mess or a mistake to Him. There’s not a stitch that He’d rip out.
This is the way to enter the kingdom: child-like, able to accept whatever He gives and willing to wear whatever He makes and to smile, knowing that He knows what He’s doing.
This is the perfect life: not flawless or spotless or effortless or painless.
The perfect life is the One He writes and sews together in His own mysterious way, not perfect as the world sees, but perfect for me.
As for God, His way is perfect. Psalm 18:30
I’ve been away from here for nearly a year, but prayerfully asking if I might return a bit.