Tip-Toeing on Hot Cement

The high school doors flung open as I raced out of the school building. My parents were waiting on me, so I kicked off my sandals, grabbed the straps and began running down the sidewalk. As my graduation gown flapped in the wind, I skipped with success and jumped and twirled with excitement. Behind me, I could hear the cheers and chatter of my fellow graduates. I was filled with a reminder of all my friends and teachers. It was as if, the years and memories rippled through my hair. And reality hit, I had survived the years of trials and lived the years of successes. All the sudden, I noticed the hot cement, so I started tip- toeing. As I waved farewell, I mumbled, “Good bye, High School and Hello, College". And as I squinted into the future, I could not help but celebrated the moment.

Is this not true for so many of us, right now? We’re not for sure, what’s around the corner. Or where we are headed.  As I look back at the time, I wish I could have whispered to myself, "Here’s what’s going to happen: You are going to go to college, meet wonderful friends, get married and start a writing career.  You are going to have countless opportunities. You will stumble. You will cry. And once again, as you have found, you will survive and you will live". But then again, isn’t that what God whispers to us every day. As his word says, Hebrews 12:1 “… Let us throw off everything that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.”  

What new opportunity do you need to explore today?

From the Sewing Room

“Oh, look at this mess,” grandma chuckled as she pulled the sheet off a huge pile of material. Homemade wooded shelves bowed from the heavy weight of the material. Scrap pieces of material dangled off the sides of the small table.  

“Oh, look at this darling piece,” Grandma said as she pulled a small flowered color print out of the heap. “Wouldn’t this be lovely with something?”

No matter, grandma still kept buying material. She lived by a unique motto, “she who dies with the most material left, wins”.

I still remember the special times as a child that I spent with my grandma in her sewing room. I remember the first time I learned how to sew. It was in the fall, because that was when we made a pumpkin pillow. We always had time to create something while waiting for dinner to cook or to enjoy an afternoon together.

I was given my very own needle and one of grandma’s homemade pincushions. I felt so special to have my own needle, especially when I was only eight years old. With black thread, I followed the outline of the pumpkin.

“Make sure and pull the crease through,” Grandma said as she peered over her wide framed glasses to examine my handwork. I usually made just a small pillow. While I didn’t have a talent for sewing or a passion for it, I loved being with my grandma.

“The fun part is stuffing this guy,” Grandma said. She pulled out a bag of cotton from underneath her sewing machine and handed me a pencil.

“Push it down in there. Make him nice and full,” Grandma said.

Looking down at my fat pumpkin with stuffing coming out of its head and sides, I said, “Grandma, my pumpkin looks funny. What did I do wrong?”

She picked up the stuffed pumpkin, paused for a moment and said, “I think he kind of looks like a Sam, don’t you?” She patted his pudgy head.

“But, Grandma,” I said, “Look at the stuffing…”

“Oh, well, next time we will use a smaller needle. Now, what else can we make today?” Grandma said as she turned to examine other pieces of material. 

It was in these moments, I never realized until I was much older that she wasn’t just teaching me how to sew, but she was teaching me how to live. This lesson reminds me even today, that patience with ourselves and with each other is more important than the task at-hand.

It was in the hours spent in the sewing room, that my grandma stitched together the foundations of my faith in Christ and my creative spirit.