Who’s behind the quilt? Can you guess?
There’s another quilter in the family!!! Obviously this person is rather short, because this quilter is standing on a chair.
It’s Frankie. He started this quilt in 1st grade. (That was two years ago!) For their 100th day of school, they had to have 100 of something, so he did 100 quilt pieces. Here’s the blog post about it, if you’re bored interested. He’s been bugging me for the last several weeks about finishing it. Yesterday was the day! Now he wants to start another one!
Last night, after Frankie and I finished our piecing session, I headed for the basement to work on this:
I know. You’re shocked. I am too. It’s my second quilt in about a week. This quilt has been finished for two years and I just love it. It’s going on the bed in the guest room.
I’m just using an allover leaf pattern for the center.
I got really brave and outlined the leaves and flowers on the border.
This quilt is 122 inches square. It’s huge!!! And I just can’t even tell you how much it thrills me. I can’t wait to finish it!
This was a mixed weekend. On Saturday we attended the funeral of a family member. She was about my age, and struggled with alcohol addiction. Her support group was there and all told stories of her brilliant smile, caring heart, and love for God. I felt horrible afterward. They all loved and accepted her and we just wrote her off.
So what do you suppose our sermon was on yesterday? How do we accept people in our church and our lives that don’t fit our cookie cutter world? My Hero and I are putting some serious thought into how we need to respond to all of this. How can we call ourselves Christians if we can’t get out of our comfort zone and love people that don’t look and act quite like we do?
I just can’t even put into words what I’m thinking about all of this. I feel so blessed to be in a safe home with My Hero and my kids. I have a college kid that is searching for God’s best for her. We lack nothing! And then there’s the real world. It’s scary and messy and diverse and interesting. What does God want me to do about all of it???
Life is never boring, is it?