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Saturday, October 14, 2017

Straight Lines

As I walked across the newly black topped parking lot where I work, I admired the freshly painted lines where cars would park. It all looked so straight.

It reminded me of a time several years ago, when I attempted to put brick behind a Franklin fireplace stove. I had done my wifely duty of sufficiently harping on my husband to put it up and finally took things into my own hands, literally. The directions were easy enough. You were to mark certain places by measurement and start here then work out. But, I didn't follow the directions. I started on one end, made sure it was a straight (imitation) brick and then spaced accordingly.

When you are working closely to something, you don't see that a bit off here and a bit off there make a big difference.  I was congratulating myself on how quickly I finished, as I backed up to take a look. To my horror the tile had gradually slopped and looked terrible. Luckily I was able to shift several into place while the grout was still soft.

It's kind of like our daily walk. We put one step in front of the other making decisions and are unable to see the big picture as God does. But all these little choices can gradually get us off course before we even realize it. Fortunately, we have a God full of grace.

This is a pillow I made with my grandmother and great grandmother's (born in late 1800's) lace handkerchief, buttons removed from the cuff of a blouse, broach & earnings. A great way to display precious keepsakes.