I am an unfinished garment!

When you make a garment you cut out pieces that, just to see them lying on a table, look like they have no relation to any other piece. You take two pieces and place them together inside out and sew until eventually the garment is all put together and you can see where everything fit, perfectly. I once made a dress that had a diagonal cut from the right shoulder all the way to the hem; in this a ruffle was inserted. When it was on the cutting table I was literally afraid that I would never get it together properly, however it turned out so pretty and fit the model so well that I made her another one in that same pattern in a different color, purple!

When I was very young I sat under a quilting frame while the ladies of the church were making a quilt. They called these sessions “Quilting Bees” I’m not sure why, but they would make beautiful quilts and then sell them to make money for the church. These quilts were beautiful, one in particular I remember was called the “wedding band” but from the underside, it looked like a mess, threads of all the different colors they were using were hanging down and were all different lengths. I couldn’t imagine how it would look from the top, but when I saw it there were stars and rings in all colors and it was beautiful. When you start to bake a cake you gather all the ingredients that separately don’t taste good, imagine eating a spoonful of baking soda, but put altogether make a yummy dessert.

When we are born the only things we can do is to breathe, eat, dirty our diaper and cry! We have to learn how to do everything from walking and talking to every skill needed to be self-sustaining eventually growing into a functioning adult!
I often say that I am a work in progress, actually we all are and we never quit growing and developing until the day we lay it all down in death! I don’t know for sure what I am developing to be, maybe I will become a beautiful garment, or more likely I’ll be a flaky Armenian Pastry, or I may be the towel used to wipe the Savior’s feet, but what ever it is I know that the hand of God is molding and forming me into the person I need to be.

Read Isaiah 45:8-13 I, God, generate all this. But doom to you who fight your Maker— you’re a pot at odds with the potter! Does clay talk back to the potter: ‘What are you doing? What clumsy fingers!’ Would a sperm say to a father, ‘Who gave you permission to use me to make a baby?’ Or a fetus to a mother, ‘Why have you cooped me up in this belly?'” Thus God, The Holy of Israel, Israel’s Maker, says: “Do you question who or what I’m making? Are you telling me what I can or cannot do?
I made earth, and I created man and woman to live on it.
I handcrafted the skies and direct all the constellations in their turnings.

From reading this we see that God doesn’t need any advice on how to mold and form us, He is the Master potter and I trust Him with my life! Now if He could manage to mold my figure a little better?? Oops sounds like a suggestion, doesn’t it? For maximum happiness, let God mold you into the person that you need to be!