Who do you think I AM?


If you were hoping a personal reflection of Exodus 3:14, or the arrogant outburst of some demi-celeb, sorry to disappoint.
It is much more elemental than that. Saturday last, my ipad was stolen. That in itself is most inconvenient.  Especially since I have a significant suspicion of ‘the cloud’ and didn’t store any of my pictures, or quilt/block designs, or a few months of journalling up or out or into there, where ever ‘there’ is.  The latter made me particularly unhappy.  But, I could still access my emails, since all of them are web-based.  I could still play the interactive/multi-player game I have been playing for over a year.  I could still read all my tomes on kindle, know how my day was scheduled on an icalendar, and check the local weather.  The other stuff is regrettable, but not insurmountable.
No, the worst of it was, my purse was stolen too.
There was a fundraising roast beef dinner at the church.  I had put my purse, iPad and iPhone in a cabinet in my office and gone down to the hall to offer grace and lend a hand where ever they might be needed.  Hubby was working a split night shift and was expected to join me for dinner at 7:10 or so.  At 7:15 I went to my office, retrieved my iPhone and texted him to ask when he expected to arrive.  He showed up arond 7:20, we consumed a fabulous dinner, visited with people and decided it was time to leave at 8:20.  I returned to my office to collect my iPad and purse, and, they weren’t.
Gone.
My keys were still sitting on my desk, as was my laptop. The silver communion ware was still occupying the Communion Table. But another church member’s wallet and cell phone were removed from her back pack hiding under a pew.
Great.
Attempts to contact the police put me on hold for 50 minutes.
I was able to report the theft on line before I hung up on the pre-recorded loop of music and redundant information.  Calling the credit card company brought similar results.  While on ‘wait’ I considered how I was going to get home as hubby had to return to work.  “I’ll just get a cab,” I thought.  Then I realized, I couldn’t, I had no money, no debit card, no credit card to pay them.  And it was dark, and the church in smack dab in the centre of one of the least ‘safe’ areas of the city.  Now what?  Thankfully a member of the Board of Managers had stayed to ensure I left the building safety and graciously acquiested when I asked for a ride home.
At home, when I finally got through to the credit card company, I gained a gradual awareness of how difficult it is to operate in the world without any proof of who I am.  My driver’s licence, credit and debit cards, health card, co-pay card, birth certificate and other loyalty cards were gone.  It settle over me as a cloud of confusion and frustration.  I had told the credit card provider that I needed a new debit card too.  “Just go to your bank with two pieces of photo ID and ask for one.”  Ummmmm, did you hear me?  Someone stole my purse.
It was disorientating. And anxiety ridden. What might someone attempt with everything they need to be me?  How do I replace my driver’s licence, I don’t have any way to pay for it?  I could request a new birth certificate on-line, no, not until my credit card arrives.  Starting at a place where you can get proof of who “I AM”, providing a police incident report, grateful that hubby is available to pay the necessary fees, eventually gets you to a place where, you have to replace your wallet, or purse, or organizer in which all these bits of paper and plastic are kept.  With it comes a feeling of vulnerability.  All that has to transpire is another theft and your identity is compromised again.  And you keep a close eye on your bank account, ask you employer to place a stop payment on next month’s pay (that was in the stolen purse) and the recently recieved expense cheque (also in the stolen purse), and send theft notifications to your iPad, hoping someone sees it and calls the number provided.  It definitely is a learning experience I hope very few people have to learn.

Exodus 3:13 And God said unto Moses, I Am That I Am: and he said, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, I Am hath sent me unto you.

Epitaph


DSC_0476When the days have run their course
and the only words left,
to sum up a life returned to the source
of all life,
is carved in stone.
Rest in peace …
or with greater eloquence
“If I take the wings of the morning and
dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea”*
to mark the place of eternal sleep.
Words which fingers traced in granite
pale along side the soft passage
of indented prints through concrete not yet
set
by living creature’s remembered tread
in distant past.
Inevitably the tenth attempt had led
to the final milk scented breath
and, as all blessed with earthly life,
encountered God beyond the veil of death.
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*Charles and Anne Lindbergh – from Psalm 139:9

Changing Cour(ner)se


I’ve posted a number of pictures showing the progress of the postage stamp quilt.  Once it was complete, I realized, I didn’t like the corners.  That meant only one thing, change!  Change is time consuming, and tedious, and well, takes energy to alter what is already done, or already appears to be just fine.  It means reordering, and adjusting the way things are to something a little different.  The utilitarian purpose of what ever you are changing may not change at all, but the overall experience and perception and pleasure derived from the total package may change a great deal.

I contemplated changing the corners of this quilt for almost a week before deciding it had to be done.  And then, although very pleased with how the first one turned out, took another three weeks to finish the other three.  Re-dos are not a top priority.  Partially because I’ve been sick with the worse cold in three years.  And changing it meant ripping out five seams, removing two blocks, cutting sashing (too short the first time), and then repositioning said blocks and resewing the seams.  I’m so glad I finally got it off my plate today.

DSC_0532I think the corner application on the right looks MUCH better!  Often the smallest of things can make all the difference.

Mark 16:5   As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man, dressed in a white robe, sitting on the right side; and they were alarmed.

Dilemma Resolved


It’s taken a long time to finally finish this quilt.  (See here for progress reports)  First I had to take all of the predominantly red blocks out to suit the recipient.  Then I struggled with the borders.  I’ve been in the process of a move, that delayed attention to this project for six months.  The recipient saw the progress recently and chose the fabric for the border.  Wouldn’t you know it?  I didn’t quite have enough.  Typical.  I designed blocks for the corners, that reduced the length of fabric I would need by 40″ and I decided not to mitre the strips, saving another sixteen plus inches.  Whew, a little more than enough to border the quilt and eventually bind it.  The corner blocks are bigger than ideal, at least they served the purpose and still are in keeping with elements of blocks in the main body of the quilt.  I am declaring this quilt top, done.
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Psalm 144:12  May our sons in their youth be like plants full grown, our daughters like corner pillars, cut for the building of a palace.

Borders


The top is finished!  Now to wait for DH to get the Gamill put back together and think about how to quilt it.  Maybe will use 1 Kings 7:36 as inspiration …
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Faith crosses every border and touches every heart in every nation. 
~ George W. Bush

1 Kings 7:36  On the surfaces of its stays and on its borders he carved cherubim, lions, and palm trees, where each had space, with wreaths all around.

2080 Favourite Things


One day of the month left, I am determined to have this year’s first quilt top finished.  The main piecing was finished last weekend.  I am currently in the process of adding the second border.  It contains 2080 pieces, much of the fabric is from previous projects.  A friend called is a sea of love, I responded it is my palette of memory.  I was thinking of calling it The Sound of Music because it contains so many of my favourite things.  Once it is completed I will assign it it’s final name.  Here’s a little preview. DSC_0525Nahum 2:4  The chariots race madly through the streets, they rush to and fro through the squares; their appearance is like torches, they dart like lightning.

I Survived!


2015 arrived and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had not quilted since June, 2014. Six months!  No fabric!  No cutting mats!  No sewing machine!

December 4th we moved into our ‘new’ home.  A 1947 character bungalow, big windows, hardwood floors, big back and front yards.  The kitchen is updated but the bathroom upstairs NEEDS renovating.

Once everything had been moved in and we had unpacked most of the necessities, I started searching through fabric boxes for something to work on.  I really don’t have the room to get at UFO’s at this time, so I started a new project, of course!  I have always wanted to do a postage stamp quilt and one of the first boxes I opened was a box of 2″ squares and strips.  Decision made!

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Mark 8:19
When I broke the five loaves for the five thousand, how many baskets full of broken pieces did you collect?” They said to him, “Twelve.”