My secret habit of “Scrapbagging”!

Some people scrapbook, but not me! I scrapbag! It’s not quite as cute as a scrapbook, but every bit as sentimental. You see, I have this overflowing bag located high in the back of my closet. It is full of memories. Memories in the form of old clothes. Over the years I have kept sentimental articles of clothing that have belonged to me, my husband and our children. Whenever a pair of pants spring a leak or we out grow a shirt, you guessed it, that item goes into the bag. So far, I have been collecting this bag of scrap material for at-least 20 years and it is bursting at the seams!

Today I pulled out that old bag. It was filled with old shirts, jeans, khakis and even a plaid dress that once belonged to my girls. Wow, you just never know what secrets people have stashed away in their closets!

I began scrapbagging many years ago with a nostalgic notion of making a patchwork quilt. It took the threat of the bag being thrown away until I moved from collecting to cutting. At first I cut squares with a pair of old kitchen sheers. After a few hand cramps and uneven squares, I upgraded to a rotary cutter. I’d like to say that the rest was history, but my secret habit of scrapbagging continued. I cut and cut and cut and cut, squares of all colors, sizes and quite honestly shapes. And eventually began to put them together in a Purina Dog Chow sort of pattern. You know the one, a checker board with 9-squares. Today, I have about thirty 9-square checker boards that each bring back memories of times past. These squares are now located in a seperate bag in the top of the closet. Apart from that I have another bag of hundreds of squares that I have cut; some small, some large, all waiting to “become something” sensational.

Each Christmas season, I pull out my scraps and work on them. One day I hope to put them all together and make a blanket, or two. I am closer to that goal than I have ever been. But until then, I guess I will just continue my hobby of stuffing old laundry into plastic bags in the top of my closet.

KD

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Forgotten?

Do you feel like God has forgotten you or that your prayers don’t go beyond the ceiling? If so, don’t be too quick to assume that God does not hear you, or even more, that God does not care.

Referring to Genesis 16, Oswald Chambers comments,

“Abram went through thirteen years of silence, but in those years all of his self-sufficiency was destroyed. He grew past the point of relying on his own common sense. Those years of silence were a time of discipline, not a period of God’s displeasure.”

Don’t be misguided, there are no exceptions to the rule. God is more concerned with our holiness than He is our comfort. There will be no special treatment, none of us are above being pruned, weened, strengthened, and prepared?

In life’s moments of uncertainty when, for reasons unknown to you God seems silent, it is easy to assume the worst. But the Bible is full of examples of people who experienced God’s silence, yet we read on to discover that all the while God was consistently working on their behalf. Just like in Abraham’s situation, God has not forgotten you!

In those quiet times, how do you respond? The next time you are tempted to frantically question God, throw in the towel, or to bring about the answer through your own efforts, why not make a conscious effort to wait patiently trusting Him.

Kina Dutro

Trust the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge Him and he will make your paths straight. (Proverbs 3:5 NASB 1977)