The purpose of life is to discover your gift. The meaning of life is to give it away. ~David Viscott
I often find quotes that touch me personally. I love when someone else says what I feel in a way I can’t quite say. This is one of those quotes that impresses upon my heart and soul this week.
As most people I know I have little free time and am torn in how I want to spend it. Of course, time with those I love comes first, but what do I truly want to do with my “ME” time? It comes down to two things, art quilting or writing. I want to do both, but switching back and forth doesn’t get me far, though it often soothes my soul. My ADD creative personality enjoys the flightiness of many works in progress, but I realize I must devote myself to one project at a time and see it through to completion. But which to choose? I’m too embarrassed to tell you how many WIP, both writing and sewing, that clutter my house.
Anyway, I have a main art panel and a major writing project I’m intermittingly working on. The other night I prayed for guidance. I told God that I wanted to know what He wanted me to do. I could have purpose in both mediums, but I wanted to know where to focus my time and energy right now. I told God I know He probably speaks to me much more than I hear. I told Him I wanted to look, listen, and follow.
The next day I started writing and tossed it aside. I moved on to a sewing project. A few days before my machine hung up when embroidering and the thread tangled in some inner workings. This was the first time sewing on it since it had been serviced. First, my automatic threader would not work. I became agitated. I fiddled about and finally called my service guy. He told me not to be afraid to bang it around a bit. Finally I got it to work. Then SPLAT….black oil (from where it was oiled when serviced) splattered all over the white project I was working on. I was no longer agitated but totally ticked off at this point. I tried to remove the spots with stain remover…no luck. I wiped the machine down and ran it on test fabric to make sure there would not be any more drips. I moved on to another project and the sensor button to rethread started going off. I kept rethreading (though it was threaded properly) and sewing and it continued to beep. I lifted my work to find the bobbin threads were loose and looped beneath my work. I tried adjusting my thread several times and the machine alarm continued to go off. Then the light bulb in my head went off, and I said, “Ok, God. I hear you this time. Three strikes on sewing, so I guess you’re telling me I should be writing.” My aggravation melted when I realized I had gotten exactly what I asked for. I reminded myself God does things His way, not mine.
I’ve since had my sewing machine reserviced. The original problem had not been solved and the consequent problems were results. Have I sewed on it yet? No…I was called to write…at least, for now.
Do you try to find lessons in things that happen? Do you find God speaking to you and guiding you in ways you don’t expect?