I heard the fabric rip as I walked past the climbing rose bush. Several willowy branchs of rose buds and thorns protruded the lattice openings. One stuck in the material of a side pocket on my favorite pair of jeans.
How did that happen? Frowning, I stopped and carefully grasped the thin branch with my finger tips and got stuck again. Ouch! Another look at the culprit, and I gently held on to a few tiny leaves, managing to pull and remove the entire object from my clothes.
A quick examination of the jagged tear proved the damage wasn't so bad after all.
I can sew this. Memories of handmade quilts I had made years ago, flooded my mind. I pictured all the hours of tiny stitches that were all uniform and double knotted to ensure years of service in the quilts.
My fingers twitched as I recalled each one I'd made by hand.
Is that reflex or anticipation? I had to smile at the thought.
I went inside my house and climbed a set of stairs making my way to the sewing room. Rummaging through countless boxes, I finally spotted the package of self-threading sewing needles. Thread was next, and I selected the right color from many spools I had kept from quilting days.
Something flashed from the box and landed on the floor.
It was a two by three inch bluejean iron-on patch.
Yes, the repair could be made quicker than sewing, but would it last very long? Probably not. The edges would eventually ruffle each time the garment went through a cycle in the washer and dryer.
I continued my original plan and finished mending with needle and thread.
How often is life like that?
You set out on one course only to have something distract you. Stay true to yourself, your beliefs, and your convictions.
Hebrews 12:13 "And make straight paths for your feet, lest that which is lame be turned out of the way, but let it rather be healed."
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