"Messed up" in this OCD fam might be an exaggeration for others. I checked her work and assured her that it was nothing to worry about. I told Gracie that we weren't going to worry if the quilt was perfect, only that it would keep her warm and that she thought it was pretty.
Gracie sits beside me while I sew. She marks off the pieces I've sewn together on our diagram (plan), or reads aloud to me, or listens to the family stories she loves. Most of the time it's a pretty good system for both of us. But sometimes my reading teacher brain overrides my sewing brain and I pay more attention to her reading or questions than I do to sewing.
I'd just finished sewing together two panels and flipped it over to discover I'd put the wrong ends together. Gracie was baffled at how I could fix it. No problemo! I reached into my sewing basket and pulled out my handy dandy seam ripper.
Come, let’s talk this over, says the Lord; no matter how deep the stain of your sins, I can take it out and make you as clean as freshly fallen snow. Even if you are stained as red as crimson, I can make you white as wool!
Isaiah 1: 18 TLB
OH MY GOSH!!!
You know what, Dear Reader? I don't think I will ever look at a seam ripper in quite the same way again. How thankful we can be for a Savior who died and rose again so all our mistakes can be taken care of! And praise God, that sometimes He uses the voices of the ones we love most to remind us of His redeeming love.