In fact, my sewing escapades have been quite the ordeal. When my daughter was much younger, she decided that she wanted to be a Power-puff girl for Halloween. Not just any Power-puff girl. The blonde one. Of course, the Halloween costume companies on which I relied decided that little girls would only want to be the brunette Power-puff girl. There were no blonde costumes.
And so I broke out my little sewing machine.
Oh, the many ways a mother can fool herself.
I was fully aware of my lacking skills, so I kept it simple. I made a straight jumper out of blue sequined fabric, and then attached a small cape to the back. My demise? A wig. Out of yellow yarn. Yes, really. Because the blonde Power-puff girl has piggy tails, Mommy. That’s why.
I can’t say that I was proud of my creation, but I thought it would suffice. After all, my daughter believed she was the Power-puff girl of her choice, and so my job was done. I even felt a tinge of pride at my work knowing that no other little girl would have the same costume.
Then we went trick-or-treating.
At the very first house we visited, and I mean the very first, a woman opened her door, looked at my daughter and said:
“Oh, look! It’s Dolly Parton!”
So, you can understand, can’t you, why I’ve shied away from anything remotely related to sewing since then?
Until . . .
A couple school years ago, my kids all needed new pants. All of them. And, for reasons unknown to all mothers, manufacturers can’t seem to understand that our eight-year-olds are not seven feet tall. Every pair of pants I purchased for every single child hung past their feet at least six inches.
With our finances tight, I calculated the cost of taking that many pairs of pants to the local alterations place. And rather than take out a small loan, my sewing machine came to mind again.
I broke it out, reluctant that I was about to ruin perfectly good, brand new clothes. I sent my kids out of the room so that no witnesses would testify to what I was about to do. And, I cut and sewed with baited breath.
And you know what? When I was done, they looked good. I mean, really, really good. Like, maybe I was meant to be a fashion designer instead of a fabric designer. Maybe I could do this mommy thing better than I thought. Maybe I was capable of more than I believed I was.
And then it hit me.
In the time during our struggles over the last years, maybe God was proving to me that I could do something I never believed I could before.
Could it be the same for you?
Maybe God has placed you in the situation that you are in to specifically show you that you are stronger than you think, that you can do the very thing you are afraid of, that you are more than you believe yourself to be.
And so today, I thank Him for the “more”.
For showing me that with Him, I can do more. That in the midst of my struggles, the very ones I’ve feared my entire life, that I can move through them and come out on the other side better for it.
What are you experiencing in your trial that you never thought you could handle before? Is God using it to show you that His idea of your abilities are more than you believe you’re capable of? Is He showing you that you are worth more than you believe?
Matthew 10:29-31 says:
“Jesus said, ‘Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”