Heart VS Head: Quilting
Let's say I'm making a quilt, because why not?
I'm taking a look at the patches I have to work with, and feel dissatisfied. I think "these aren't what I wanted, some of them have holes in them, or are too small too do anything with!" A thought pops into my head, one that is clearly not my own, , "you're not seeing the full picture."
"Oh? Okay what's the full picture then?"
"You don't need to know."
"How am I supposed to put this quilt together without knowing what it's supposed to look like?"
"Trust me."
Anybody who knows me and put two and two together knows that this is a cheesy little analogy for life and trusting God. But seriously, I find myself frustrated that I have these strange pieces that I'm supposed to work into my pattern. Up close they seem strange, but when I back up and look at the work God has done so far, I see part of the picture he's creating. A flower here, a squirrel here, that kind of looks like part of a tree over there. I don't get it in the moment, but I know it's beautiful.
There's the piece that I got out of the trash! Isn't it ugly? I really wish I hadn't put it in. God said he was going to take it out and replace it with one that's the same shape, but the fabric he chose instead of this dingy one. It's going to be a lot of work to take out the stitches, but I'd rather use the one he has.
See that piece? That's the one I got when I believed something that wasn't true about myself, someone told me I needed that in my quilt, so I put it in. It was bright and flashy! I was so proud to show everyone that I had that in there, but the longer it sat, the more it took away from the beauty of the other things, almost profaning the whole idea of the quilt. It clearly didn't belong, and I'm still working on getting the last stitches out.
That blue circle in the middle there is the family section. Some of the pieces have the same fabric as everyone else in my family, it's kind of fun to match. Though, I have a hard time with this section some days. I want my quilt to look different from my families'. There are parts in theirs that I don't want to include, I want to learn from other people's quilts, but I won't stand to see it in mine.
My favorite pieces are the ones I've created myself. The little parts that make me different from everyone. I love this old yellow fabric with the small red roses on it, it's lovely and unique.
This quilt is far from finished, it's big and complicated, and I don't even know where it's going or what it's going to look like when it's done. No one's quilt looks the same, we all have messy parts, unfinished parts, portions we won't show anyone. Oh how lovely that is! Could you imagine everyone trying to make the same quilt with different pieces?
I'm taking a look at the patches I have to work with, and feel dissatisfied. I think "these aren't what I wanted, some of them have holes in them, or are too small too do anything with!" A thought pops into my head, one that is clearly not my own, , "you're not seeing the full picture."
"Oh? Okay what's the full picture then?"
"You don't need to know."
"How am I supposed to put this quilt together without knowing what it's supposed to look like?"
"Trust me."
Anybody who knows me and put two and two together knows that this is a cheesy little analogy for life and trusting God. But seriously, I find myself frustrated that I have these strange pieces that I'm supposed to work into my pattern. Up close they seem strange, but when I back up and look at the work God has done so far, I see part of the picture he's creating. A flower here, a squirrel here, that kind of looks like part of a tree over there. I don't get it in the moment, but I know it's beautiful.
There's the piece that I got out of the trash! Isn't it ugly? I really wish I hadn't put it in. God said he was going to take it out and replace it with one that's the same shape, but the fabric he chose instead of this dingy one. It's going to be a lot of work to take out the stitches, but I'd rather use the one he has.
See that piece? That's the one I got when I believed something that wasn't true about myself, someone told me I needed that in my quilt, so I put it in. It was bright and flashy! I was so proud to show everyone that I had that in there, but the longer it sat, the more it took away from the beauty of the other things, almost profaning the whole idea of the quilt. It clearly didn't belong, and I'm still working on getting the last stitches out.
That blue circle in the middle there is the family section. Some of the pieces have the same fabric as everyone else in my family, it's kind of fun to match. Though, I have a hard time with this section some days. I want my quilt to look different from my families'. There are parts in theirs that I don't want to include, I want to learn from other people's quilts, but I won't stand to see it in mine.
My favorite pieces are the ones I've created myself. The little parts that make me different from everyone. I love this old yellow fabric with the small red roses on it, it's lovely and unique.
This quilt is far from finished, it's big and complicated, and I don't even know where it's going or what it's going to look like when it's done. No one's quilt looks the same, we all have messy parts, unfinished parts, portions we won't show anyone. Oh how lovely that is! Could you imagine everyone trying to make the same quilt with different pieces?
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