Heart

When I think of my childhood, there are moments that only came into focus with the passing of time.  I wish I understood them at the time.  If I had comprehended, especially with the fullness of my perspective now, I would have responded with the fullness of my young heart.  As it was, I took it for granted and blissfully went on playing and enjoying life.
As we walked to lunch, I was struck by the fact that I was the only one in our group that had any idea of how to sew.  I know it is not a requirement for living, but I always imagined that everyone understood the basics of sewing a button, repairing a ripped seam, or putting a path on the knee of a pair of jeans.  I reflected on the crash course Cherry gave Whitney earlier this week as she sent her off to college with her emergency sewing kit.  Where were the teachers in the lives of these adults?  If they missed out on the basics of sewing, what else have they missed?  Do they know and understand the gap in their lives?
I vividly remember my grandmother patiently explaining the mechanics of her turn of the century Singer sewing machine.  I was so excited!  The pedal mechanism was perfect.  The machine’s action was smooth, rhythmic, and quiet in its own way.  As I replay the scene in my mind’s eye, I see the sparkle in Grandmother’s eye and understand the love flowing in and through every word, touch, and instruction.  It was a wonderful experience.  I cannot remember if I told her how much her love meant to me.
I vividly remember experiences where I knew God’s love with my heart and soul.  I see the evidence of the promise; “‘for even if the mountains walk away and the hills fall to pieces, my love won't walk away from you, my covenant commitment of peace won't fall apart.’  The God who has compassion on you says so.”  (Isaiah 54.10)  Today I will make sure God feels my hug.