Flawless: A New Word

My husband carried the simple hardback book and laid it next to me as if it were a priceless treasure. In a way, it was. This book had lain in our hearts, awaiting completion, for forty-two years. ‭“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. “As the … Continue reading Flawless: A New Word →

Remembering the Fabrics of My Life

The fabrics lie folded and stacked in my closet, next to the threads and the needles, and the unfinished projects. A lifetime of sewing is huddled there together, as a sort of memorial, stories interwoven through the warp and weft of my memories and the God-moments of my life. Some fabrics are rough, easily wrinkled … Continue reading Remembering the Fabrics of My Life →