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***Since Atlas Girl is Emily Wierenga’s memoir, I’m joining in the spirit of things
with a Memory from My Own Childhood . . .
If love has a color, I think it’s yellow.
When I was growing up, I lost myself in books. The stories in books seemed so much more interesting than my life. The people were bigger, bolder, better. I wanted to know those people. I wanted to be one of those people.
My father did not appreciate my book people. He would come home from work, big, gruff, grumbly and find me wherever I had holed up with my books. He’d shoo me outside. After dinner he would ask me to be with the rest of the family.
It hurt him when I crept back to my books.
But I was self-focused and silent and stingy with my heart. With the book people for company, I didn’t need anyone else—even my family.
Some time during those years, I took a home economics class. When the teacher announced a sewing unit, I panicked. I was horrible with the machine. I chose the smallest project possible—a tie.
The material was this cheap polyester stuff. And bright yellow. But those were the days of leisure suits, so maybe yellow was not such an odd choice!
I finished as best I could and presented the tie to my father. I was relieved to be done with it.
My father thanked me as if it were a very special present. And one night, when he left for a meeting, I noticed he was wearing that yellow tie.
Soon after that I accepted Christ, and God woke my heart to life. Almost for the first time, I felt like I was able to love.
A whole new world opened up to me. Needless to say, I wasn’t thinking about that old tie . . .
But many years later, when my father was gone, and I and my adult siblings were going through his things, I came across my old home ec project.
With new eyes, I took in the uneven stitches and crooked seams and snagged material and horrible color.
And all I could think was, “I can’t believe my father actually wore this tie.”
And I wished I had given him something worthy of his love.
I had not put much thought into my gift. Yet my father’s love for me had transformed it into something beautiful.
I believe that’s what the Heavenly Father does for His children.
We wrestle with the tools of our creativity,
Words or paints or fabrics.
But it’s not until we place our feeble creation into His hands
That He shapes it into something beautiful.
My heart bursts its banks,
Spilling beauty and goodness.
I pour it out in a poem to the King,
Shaping the river into words.
~Psalm 45:1, The Message~
May you know many blessings this week, kind friends. Thanks for stopping by today!
***Did I mention this post is part of a blog tour? Emily T. Wierenga, award-winning journalist and author of 4 books, has released her first memoir, Atlas Girl: Finding Home in the Last Place I Thought to Look. They say the book is like “Girl Meets God” meets “Wild” meets “Eat, Pray, Love.” I say the book is inspiring. You can grab a copy here. Continue Reading…