God's timimg is always perfect, sometimes that is hard for us to understand. There's a field full of Iris near where I live, it is somewhat of a local landmark. Each year when the field is in full bloom the owner (now 92) and her daughters open the gates and invite the public in to walk the rows, enjoy the beauty, and buy a plant or two. This year the gardens, and spring itself, seems to be a few weeks behind schedule by our calculations; of course, God has his own clock! Yesterday Mr. Goodneedle and I stopped by to pick up some plants for our daughter's garden in the Capital City. We weren't disappointed by the color and variety we'd not so patiently waited for!
|To every thing there is a season, |
and a time to every purpose under the heaven... Ecclesiates 3:1
The garden's owner still spends the day among her flowers, pulling weeds, taking her time and reveling in God's glory. She doesn't dig plants for customers anymore, she's left that task to her daughters; she uses a golfcart to get around now but she was there, in the Iris garden, enjoying every minute in her favorite place on earth!
At long last all the pieces are together for the church quilts I have been working on, yesterday I was able to lay one out in its entirety for inspection. There are two identical versions of this same quilt, one for them to keep and one for them to raffle. There's a workshop tomorrow at the church, I'll meet with their committee to facilitate assembly and pass off all the components, plus the batting and backing for hand quilting by them. It is my sincere hope that the good people of Bailey's Chapel feel that their wait (with my part of the project) has been worth it.
Everything in due time!
Life is Good!