In my sewing room is a design wall created by my beloved
step-son David. Over the past six months, life has taken over and my quilt, in
the design stage, stands idle (or so it seems). As guests flow through, tragedy
happens and stress mounts, the pieces of my quilt fly in the wind to the floor,
hallway and even other bedrooms! As I pick up the pieces I find interesting new
patterns in the patchwork. Right now I don’t know what the future holds, where I’ve been,
or where I’m going. The best patchwork takes time to assemble. As a matter of fact, I don’t
even know what happened to the sewing machine. Therefore, I embrace with much
enthusiasm a new season of rest and reflection. I’ll call it “A Holding
Pattern.”
