The emotional impact of seeing something I made damaged became a reality a couple weeks ago. My sister's dog, Lily, is a 10 month old Lab Australian shepherd mix. She lives exuberantly, with all the grace of a bull in a china shop, and with a tail that wags ferociously. She likes to lounge full sprawl on my parents couch. The same couch on which I left a quilt that I made as a wedding gift for my friend Kim. She wasn't able to pick it up the day that it was finished and I should have moved it to a safer place. But I didn't. A few days later, I walked in the door of Mom's house and Sarah was in the living room looking at it. "Who's this quilt for?" she asked. Kim's wedding present I told her. "Lily kind of chewed a hole in it, do you think you can fix it?" When I went over to look at it I was filled with despair, I couldn't help but cry. Lily had chewed through the quilt top, the batting, and the back fabric. The hole was probably only 3" x 4" but it looked like a gigantic gaping wound. When I looked at Lily she had batting (Batting is the stuff in the middle of the quilt) hanging out of the side of her mouth. We had to wait until Mom got home to figure out if it could be fixed. Mom is amazing. She ripped out my quilting and the 6"x 6" block with the hole in it. I made a new block and fitted a piece of batting into the hole. She was able to piece the new block in through the back of the quilt. We sewed the new batting into place and put a patch on the backing. We covered the patch with a label saying who the quilt was given to and who made it. I was able to re-quilt it and the quilt was saved...
I guess it's like Jesus blood patches the sin in my life. God made me and how he must sorrow that sin has eaten holes in my life. But Jesus redeems me, kinda like how mom was able to redeem the wedding quilt. Very cool.