Grandma handed me the needle. “Here you go.”
“Why is it so hard to thread a needle, Grandma?”
“Everything takes practice, Sarah. You see, sewing is a craft and all crafts take practice.”
“What’s a craft, Grandma?”
“A craft is a skill, a talent. It’s also the gift God has given each one of us. Mine is sewing; your mother’s is writing.”
“Well, I wish I didn’t have to practice to be good at my craft. I just want it to happen, Grandma. I want to sew beautiful things just like you do.”
“How do you think I got to be so good? I had to practice too, you know.”
“So, when can I start using the sewing machine? I always have to do the tacking and unpicking. It’s not fair.”
Grandma smiled and patted my knee. “Nothing is ‘fair’ in this world, sweetie, but we can start by making the best of our beginnings. The foundation of a project is the most important part of every craft. Once we learn the basics well, we can move on to bigger things. Life is just the same as sewing and sewing is just the same as life….”
I remember the conversation with Grandma Fraser as though it were yesterday. I sit now at her old sewing machine and allow my mind to stroll through treasured memories. The scent of camphor still lingers in the cabinet drawers. Grandma’s favorite work-apron lies in the bottom drawer; its intricate needlework now faded and frayed with age. Grandma used to say: “Treasured things are meant to last.” Memories of Grandma always make me smile.
Funny—Grandma always turned a simple conversation into a profound mystery. It wasn’t until I grew older and faced the challenges of life that I really began to understand Grandmas sewing lessons. She had the most fascinating way of blending Bible stories with sewing patterns, and teaching life’s truths through pinning things together—all while she enjoyed the craft God had given her.
Lord, You know I taught my daughter, Jenny, to sew on this very same machine. I tried to remember Grandma’s teachings while we sewed. Jenny asked the same questions I asked when Grandma was teaching me. I hope and pray I answered them the same way as Grandma did, from Your Word. Mother was not a sewer but she was gifted writer—her words were inspired by You, through Grandma Frazer. I wonder Lord, if my granddaughters will be writers or sewers—whatever their craft, may they use it to Your Glory.
The back door banged, followed by the sound of small feet running on timber floorboards.
“Grandma, Grandma, we’re here. Can I have another sewing lesson, please Grandma?”
“Ah, Gillian, hello there, and where’s your sister?”
“Meagan’s in the kitchen with Mother. She wants to write a story about the dogs we saw on the way over. So… can I have a sewing lesson now, Grandma?”
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