Like you, I had plans. I had a hair appointment for this Wednesday. We were excited about a trip the first of May to Michigan to celebrate with Kody, our grandson as he graduates from college. I’m supposed to be going to Malta in June with Amanda. I had plans, darn it! Not anymore. Plans, not just for the next couple of weeks, but much more long term plans, are cancelled, postponed, changed. It’s not like I’m miserable at home. I’m loving it. I love being home with my best friend, doing crafts, writing, reading. But. I had plans.
As you know, I have a quarantine list. I’ve been pretty successful at crossing ‘to dos’ off that compilation. Last week, I spent a lot of time in the basement sewing and I’m happy to report that I’ve finished a ton of quilt blocks. Interestingly, the final quilt blocks didn’t turn out as I’d originally planned. At first, I was going to make blocks called nine patches. They look sort of like a tic-tak-toe board with nine small squares of fabric arranged in three rows of three. Pretty. I’ve already made a nine-patch quilt, though, and after I’d sewn several, I decided that they were a little boring. So I visited Pinterest and discovered a twist on nine patches. Back downstairs, I took my already finished blocks and cut them into quarters. Destructive and scary. I flipped two of the quarters 180 degrees and sewed the whole shebang back together. Whoa! My change of plan resulted in a very interesting and intricate looking design. Hmmm.
Okay, Lord. I see the parable here. I had plans. Life and the world and a virus have cut those plans up into small pieces. I can cry. I can worry. Or, I can make something beautiful and much more interesting with what I’m left with. Okay, Lord. You know best!
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