I finally decided to get back to a quilting project I hadn’t worked on for months. I gathered the now rumpled fabrics from the pile on the floor and ironed each one, layering them onto a couple of coat hangers hooked over an old floor lamp. Merrily I pieced together a few blocks in my embroidery hoop and then didn’t get back to it again for a week or so. I was probably distracted by having to clean the house and cook a few meals. When I finally found time to work on the project again I couldn’t find one of the fabrics. Obviously it was time to clean the sewing room, so I pulled up some teaching tapes and tackled the job. Days later I still hadn’t found the fabric and the room was cleaner than any sewing room deserves to be. Ok, so I didn’t wash and polish the floor, but I did sweep, even though that obviously wouldn’t help me find my missing fabric. Every day I relooked in places I’d already looked. So one day I look again in the cabinet where I keep a shelf of quiltable fabrics getting on my hands and knees to look from a different angle, up rather than down. It wasn’t there. But as I turn to get up off my knees I see it peeking out from under one of the fabrics hanging on the coat hanger on the old lamp where I’d placed it after ironing it a month ago. Yes, I’d looked there first.
It was a poignant reminder that it’s from our knees looking up that we’re best able to see from the angle God has for us.
