I grew up in a time when sewing was still an important part of a girls training. My mom sewed clothes and things for my dolls when I was young, but after her divorce she quit sewing. My grandmothers and aunts and cousins all sewed and made their own clothes. My Aunt Edith made gorgeous wedding dresses for a living.
About the age of ten I developed an interest in sewing and started out doing decorative stitching. Making pillow covers and crewel work pictures. Then I got hold of my mom’s old machine in high school and taught myself how to use it. I made a pair of pants (hideous) that I never wore and a beautiful sundress which I had my class picture made while wearing for tenth grade.
Funny thing is, I was never taught directly by any of these wonderful women, but I learned a lot by watching them and by. I have seen them make mistakes and rip them out and start over, any and listened as they talked about outfits they had messed up and then corrected.
After high school I went my own way and didn’t sew again until just before my one and only child was born. Since then I sew at least once a week and many weeks I will sew something nearly everyday. It connects me in a wonderful way to these ladies who were an influence to me not only as seamstresses, but also as lovers of the Lord. Each one, in her own way, left a stitch on my heart their love for Him, and left me with a longing to know Him.
I have made many mistakes in my life and had to rip them out and start over. It’s an ongoing process! My Mamaw used to always say ‘a stitch in time saves nine’, and she was right. I wish I learned that lesson much earlier in my life. There would have been far less ripping out to do. But God has been gracious and merciful and given me the time and the opportunity to rip and redo.
I pray that I will make right choices as I go forward and that I will encourage my daughter to do the same. But, also that I will show her that nothing is ever ruined. You can always rip it out and start over.
~ written by Amy W.