Faith, Life

Alterations

I'm a seamstress— have been nearly as far back as I can recall. My mother started me out hand sewing little quilts for my dolls. I still own the teddy bear upon which I performed ‘surgery’ that displays the child-like stitches I used to suture his wound. By early adolescence I had purchased a machine… Continue reading Alterations

Faith, Life

Learning to Be Clay

So I went down to the potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him. Then the word of the Lord came to me. He… Continue reading Learning to Be Clay