Why I love to quilt

I am an artist at heart. I love to create things that are beautiful and express what is inside myself through the media of paint, charcoal, cloth, furniture, interior decorating or whatever other medium that I discover. It is one way to express that “thing” that God put within me which shows like nothing else can that little glimpse of Him to the world. I like quilting, not because I like to sew (I really don’t like to sew). I actually hate the tedious steps in the process, the endless, monotonous cutting, sewing of tiny pieces together, and wondering if and when I will ever finish it. Most of my quilts take 2-3 years to finish. But I never wonder why I started in the first place; it is to see the end result, which is always so amazing even to me, that I marvel at the fact that something so beautiful came from my own hands. There is something magic about it. I think all quilters would agree. A think what fascinates us all about a quilt is that in many ways it arouses in us an awareness of some hidden truth. A quilt is a picture of a many faceted unique blend of many parts, in many ways one portrait of all the facets of me, which I discover as I gaze upon the finished product. It is at the same time a depiction of God’s unique multi-faceted nature, His creation, and the body of Christ, each with its unique colors, shapes and personalities, each fitting together perfectly when willing to be cut and sewn according to His will and molding, and without which the whole picture would be incomplete.

I love the story “the Josephine Story Quilt” which I read to my children. In it a pioneer family travels westward, having to leave many things behind, but one thing they have kept with them through the whole journey of their lives is the story quilt, the quilt into which they sewed together over many years all the left-over pieces of cloth from various clothing, drapes, and other items in their past, shaping them into pictures of pieces of the “story” each one bringing back a precious memory. A quilt is also a great gift of love to someone else. It takes time and effort, and is a unique gift, with nothing else like it in the world. How many of us have old, sometimes gaudy quilts that a grandmother made once, but with which we cannot part. It is too precious, too sacred, a reminder of the loving hands of grandma, sometimes all we have left of her life and love. I too want to leave behind traces of myself and my family’s life behind to tell the next generation our story, and reveal to the world the little pieces of God’s truth He has put in us as a testimony to the next generation. Quilting is just one little way I can do that. To most people this sounds crazy. To all you artists out there, I know you will understand.

On adversity, God’s Will and open doors

I always walked through life with the belief that God would lead me through the “open door” philosophy. If a door presented itself, I would go through it until a door closed. But going through many doors brought many obstacles as well, which then many claimed were obstacles put there by Satan and if I prayed hard enough I could overcome them through spiritual warfare. How is one to discern then if something is spiritual opposition or a “closed door”? Without a “revelation” from God, which I never had directly, I was only left to follow inner impressions, which could have been merely my interpretation of events based on an inner desire to want them to be true. I may never know. I think now maybe instead of walking through obstacles victoriously, there may have been times when I shoved the doors open, believing that it was my calling to do so. I am not so sure now. Looking back I can see that at every turn I defied the obstacles presented before me. Were they placed there by God as a gentle road block to keep me from a path of adversity that would only bring more heartache? Were they “roadsigns” pointing me in another direction? I cannot say. All I know is that the adversity they brought me has led me to seek the answers, and in seeking I believe I have found a more accurate picture of the way God works. His Word is the only sure source of guidance, and in my daily walk it gives me guidance on moral issues. But as for what I should do when presented with a fork in the road, two good choices, either of which are within His moral will, the choice is mine. It is my obligation to seek wisdom from God to make a good choice. If I choose to follow bad advice, thinking it is God’s way of revealing to me the way, I may be no better off than if I had just done what was on my heart to do. The choice is mine. I will inevitably make mistakes along the way. But now I feel certain that I need to make choices for the right reasons above all, that the choices need to be mine and not someone else’s choices for me.

I can see the thread of truth about God wants me to do with my life in little things He has put in my heart along the way. They were little hints of truth begging to be acknowledged, begging to be allowed to the surface. I used to believe that I must deny my dreams in order to embrace the bigger plan of God. I now can see that perhaps God was putting in me a dream, a godly desire, a gift which was part of His bigger plan, and to deny it was to deny His plan, and to deny the very person He was trying to make me to become. I was led to believe that only if I “become” like this other person, the heros, can I be acceptable to God. Now I see that God does not want me to become someone else, God wants me to become me. I love the quote from of Rabbi Zusya, who once said when he was an old man, “In the coming world, they will not ask me: ‘Why were you not Moses?’ They will ask me: ‘Why were you not Zusya?’” (Palmer, Let Your Life Speak: p11)

No dream or talent that is morally neutral cannot be used by God for His greater purpose. If God can even use my mistakes, even the sins of evil men, to bring about His plan, how much more can He do when we present our giftedness, interests and holy desires to Him? Are they not also a pleasing aroma to Him? I believe they are as long as I do them to His glory and not for my own. I cannot offer the gift He gave someone else. I cannot strive to have their gifts either. If I do, it will only lead me to obstacles, frustration and disappointments. I have to give myself to Him. There are gifts and desires inside of us that are screaming to be heard, and if we don’t let them be heard, a part of us will die. They are God’s signature within us. They need to be heard for no other reason than God put them there to show the world a part of Himself. We may not even know what to do with them, but we do need to do them. It is in doing them that God I believe will use them for His greater purposes, and in so doing bring Himself the glory and not us. If others don’t think these things are good enough or the right choice, they are not seeing things through God’s eyes, or perhaps are blinded by their own agendas, which are sometimes grounded in self-aggrandizement or fear of breaking the status-quo. On the other hand, I know God can use wise counsel to point me in the right direction. My responsibility is to pray for wisdom to discern between the two. I am thankful that God has brought to me people of wise counsel at this point in my life. I am thankful that I can see God’s loving hand of acceptance on me as who I am, and that I don’t have to earn that acceptance by becoming something else or someone else through my own self-effort.

Reflections on motherhood

I remember my days in college when I was so pumped and excited to pursue my education and become somebody who could make a difference in this world, and as a woman stand tall and embrace the times and opportunities to break out of the mold and be more than just the stereotype. I think that in many ways women in our generation in the 80's were expected to get a career, and I was right there at the front of the line. Not that I was into all those "women's lib" notions; I still believed in man's ordained role of men as the head of the home, and there were some roles I felt should only be filled by men, but I did embrace the idea that women could do a lot of things outside the stereotype. My heros were missionary women saving lives and making a difference in foreign lands. I aspired to be just like them.

I ended up doing many things with my life, became a nurse, then a missionary, and went overseas to do those "great things". Somehow though, there was always a tension in doing this. I wonder now if I was trying to live in someone else's skin rather than my own.

A few years ago I had a brief moment where I got a glimpse of my life, and I asked myself "when I am on my deathbed, what is it that I want people to say about me?" Suddenly it dawned on me that I did not want to be known as a great missionary, or as having saved hundreds of lives as a nurse, or as having successfully translated the Bible into another language. Deep in my heart what I wanted most of all was for my children to call me blessed. And I saw a vision of many children, children that were not yet born, children that were not yet in my life. This "vision" so stirred me, that it completely changed my outlook on my life. I realized that who I was made to be and who I really dreamed of being was something inherent within me, something that God made me as my birthright: a woman, with the potential to bring new life into this world, to nurture it, and to be the foundation for that life for either good or bad. Suddenly my heros were the housewives, the mothers, the women right in my backyard who labor day after day in silence and in the absence of notoriety, but who make the biggest difference in the world, shaping and molding the hearts of their little ones to follow their destiny. I count it an honor to be in their ranks. I have learned more about life, patience, love, and all other virtues living out my destiny as a wife and mother than I have in doing anything else. If I have failed at this job, I have failed at everything.

I do not regret the choices I made in my life. I know that I have been used by God to do many things. And those things have helped to shape me into the person I now am.

Several years ago I was watching an episode of Oprah where she was interviewing the cast of the movie "Mona Lisa Smile" in which Julia Roberts played the role of a woman who was trying to break the stereotypical mold imposed on women in the 1950's. She tried to challenge the thinking of young women in an all-girl's college who were raised by their caste of society to be proper housewives. Oprah asked the young girls in the audience if any of them could identify with the Julia Roberts's character in this film. A girl around the age of 18 raised her hand and replied that she actually felt pressure in the opposite direction, that in her generation girls were expected to go to college and get a career, but all she wanted was the freedom and acceptance in becoming a wife and mother. Her mother, who sat next to her, agreed that it was her desire for her daughter to get her education first.

My first thought was how ironic it is that our society has come full circle. Now more than ever even Hollywood stars are spending thousands of dollars in fertility techniques for the chance to give birth to their own child after years of fame and celebrity. What does this say about us as women? And why after thousands of years of humanity in which women were accepted and comfortable in their role as wife and mother is it now considered reckless for a young 18-year-old bride to get pregnant on her honeymoon? Did not God create women for this purpose? Is not marriage at any age a legitimate venue for having children? And why must every family be limited to 2.2 children, lest they be considered irresponsible? Why is it that what was once a blessing is now a curse? Only in the last 50 years has this strange phenomenon of women's roles emerged in our society and become a precedent, and yet now the "new order" is the norm? I beg to differ. I applaud the women who "break the mold" and live womanhood and motherhood to the fullest in our day and age, proud of their profession as a mother, proud of their God-given gift to bear children and raise them to be pillars of strength in a fallen world. And God willing they will make a come-back.

A time of reprieve

I am thankful this week for God's mercy in answering several prayers. So many times our family prays and prays for months for something, without any answers. So it brings a rushing sense of freshness and relief when God answers so many all at once, even if small ones. I have been suffering from symptoms of Meniere's disease again since July now, and it has really put a "damper" on most everything - I feel horrible most of the time and have to rest more often, sleep more often and severely restrict my diet. At times I have just burst into tears because of the unrelenting roaring in my ear, and the fact that eating is no longer a joy as I can't eat any salt. Every night before bed my husband and children pray for me the same prayer "help mommy's ear to get better." Then this past week I had a whole week without symptoms. My nasty-bitter salt substitute actually began to taste like real salt to me.

There were several other answers to prayers too. After months of shaking phone and internet connections our phone line finally got fixed well and has a really good connection. The computer problems Jim was having for over two months that were keeping him from making any progress were resolved.

Lastly, one of African guards began slacking on his job and not showing up for work regularly since August and leaving our home unprotected in a crime-ridden city. He also did odd jobs for me, which I highly depended on, and he wasn't showing up for that either. It was really stressing me out and I was getting desperate and feeling so helpless. So we let him go, and found another guy to work for us. This second guy then began asking us for higher wages, four times what the normal pay was, and we had to let him go as well. When we called a back-up worker we had used before, he was not unavailable as he had taken another job. We prayed for 6 days that God would bring us someone faithful to available to do the job. Then Sunday afternoon a neighbor, Aliyou, showed up. He was looking for work. He agreed to our terms with no questions asked and was so grateful and thankful for a job. His wife had suffered a severe case of malaria in August which has resulted in brain damage, and she was now bedridden and unresponsive. Everyone was saying it was a demon, and that she was being punished for having had an adulterous relationship with her brother-in-law. A friend and I had begun to go visit her about a month ago, and prayed over her, read to her from the Gospels. We began counseling the family how to help her using physical and occupational therapy to perhaps regain some of her abilities. We encouraged the husband to be gentle with her, forgiving her and showing love to her, which is what she needed. Little by little he is seeing her come around. Now she is getting up by herself and is talking to him some. And the wonderful thing is that God is blessing us now with Aliyou as a worker.
I am just thankful for the way God works through different situations. So many times I feel like giving up hope that anything good will ever happen in certain situations. I am truly thankful for little blessings and answers to prayers.

Reflections on this year

This year has been a difficult one for me, perhaps characterized as a year of "midlife crisis" in which I have had to rethink a lot of things, dreams, plans, etc. This was in the works several years ago as I struggled with disappointments in ministry, facing possible cancer in 2004, several surgeries, barrenness, my accident in 2006, and other emerging chronic illnesses. Things in my life weren't going exactly as I had always envisioned or planned. With all these unexpected turn of events I have been reminded that I am not in control of my life. I have also seen people I know pass from this life in death, and it brings to mind that life is short, and there may not be a tomorrow.

I feel I am finally coming to a peace and resolution to the "crisis", and know more intimately who I am in Christ, and what cannot be shaken. I am learning better how to discern between what people expect of me and what God expects of me. I have discovered that many times I have lived to fulfill the expectations and obligations set before me by others, or even my perception of what they have expected of me, and in doing so, I have not become fully myself. I realize that God has made each of us to reflect uniquely a part of his masterful perfection, and without each of us being what we were meant to be (I'm not talking about being a doctor, missionary, etc, but rather something more intrinsic), we cannot fully reflect that part of Him in us, and glory is taken away from Him. Many times that part of Him that He put in us doesn't make sense to the world, as they expect performance that fits into an established mold.

I am determined to live the rest of my life reflecting His glory by living life to the fullest using all of the gifts and holy desires that He has put inside my heart, sharing the insights I learn along the way with others to build up the body of Christ, and hopefully drawing others to Him.