Christian friends used to ask me, "What has God been doing in your life?" It felt like a trick question, or a set-up for a lecture. I didn't want to answer. It wasn't meant as an accusation, many probably thought it a theologically correct cool substitute for "How are you?" I would answer, and nearly always receive disapproving comments. My friend-group and lifestyle have changed a lot. It's been over three years since somebody has asked me that question. I'm glad. And yet... I now ask myself, what is God been doing in my life? Sometimes I self-reprimand, but often I simply just don't know. Is it good that I'm happier? What does this mean? Was it wrong to leave behind all things stifling? I feel the realness of holy ground all about me, no longer sequestered to a single building. At last, I am functioning more in my giftings and callings. And still, just what is God doing in my life? What are words when I'm living them. I'
I haven't worked on my quilt a whole lot this last year. Last year I'd nearly finished the quilt top. I finished it not long after sitting in a cozy cabin as men and women worshipped God all about me. What joy! Having it all as one piece at last was a great feeling. But then I didn't work on it for a few months. A house fire, a busy summer of work, personal writings, barefoot wanderings... a busy summer, too full to for my quilt. A lovely woman gave me a quilting rack. And one free summer day I asked my brothers to help me repair it and set it up across my couches. I ironed the top, they brought over some extra bits of wood and their drills, and we had a party. Montana Wool Barn began their operation a few years ago. We used to attend church together, so when she heard I was searching for a wool batting... she gave me one! It was in many pieces. I whipstitched it together and made it fit over my white muslin, then pinned on my quilt