And then the cutting begins. I love cutting the fabric. It's satisfying because it means the work is beginning. Even when I can't completely visualize how each piece will work to make the whole, I know these small squares, triangles, or whatever, have purpose. Yes, that's it, there is purpose in these cuts. And if the blade is sharp and the ruler straight, the fabric cuts clean and square.
This quilt reminded me very much of the young woman for whom I made it. Her life has been ripped and torn and created from pieces so pierced you might think a person could not survive. But she has. And every stitch in her life, every small square that has gone into the quilt that makes up the person she has become, is stronger because it's stitched to the whole by thread governed by God's hands. That's why I think this is such an apt analogy. We so often look at the cut places and wonder how God will use it. We look at what He's taken away and wonder what purpose He has for it. But His hands are the ones controlling our cut places, and He definitely has a stash drawer for future projects with those things in our lives we think have been simply taken away from us. God does not waste anything.
And is always, always in the business of making beautiful quilts of purpose from the 'fabric of our lives.'
And now, this gratuitous picture of Jamaica because she got