Why do you sew?
It’s a question I get asked often in my personal and blog life…and one that I don’t always know how to answer. I actually got asked that very thing last week and I stammered something out, but I am not sure it was the right answer.
I often answer that it’s my something that can’t be undone everyday (which I wrote a post about HERE) but I think that there are lots of deeper reasons that I choose to sew.
And unfortunately I can’t put all of them into words….
But I have been thinking about it lately and I have come up with a few thoughts (that I hope make sense). So, let me start this next reason why I sew with a story.
I have a good friend named Susan. She is from a generation before mine, but I so consider her a dear friend. We have worked together at church in various positions and have spent many hours together in the church kitchen for weddings, funerals and other parties preparing food and washing dishes. And I have felt like I have gotten to know her so well throughout the years just through that task of washing so many church dishes.
And Susan…well she is one of the most service-oriented people I know. Whenever there was someone sick in our neighborhood, guess who showed up with dinner? Susan. Or a new mother who needed help? Susan was there. Or if a plea went out that someone needed some help with cleaning? Susan to the rescue. And when I went to visit someone who was sick or suffering or in the hospital…guess who had already been there? Susan.
She really is one of those women that I look up to so much.
And Susan…well, she has spent much of her own adult life in painful health situations. She has suffered through more health concerns with herself than many extended families deal with put together. And she does it all with a smile.
I had the opportunity to visit Susan last week…she has suffered another health set back and has been almost bed ridden and in excruciating pain for almost three months.
And last week when I went to visit her…I found laying next to her on the bed was a quilt I made for her last year when she had a life-threatening surgery. You see when Susan was so sick last year, I wanted to do something for her. I wanted to cook her a million meals, I wanted to clean her house for all the times she cleaned for others, and I wanted to serve her for all the times she served so many.
But the only thing I could think of to do…was make a comfort quilt. So, when I saw it last week, I was gently reminded of another reason of why I sew…
I sew because I want to serve and lift others.
And even if my stitches are terrible or the quilt isn’t the prettiest thing alive…I hope in some way that a hand sewn something can bring a smile.
I am certainly hoping it can.
So, now I want to know. Do you get that question a lot? Why DO you sew? Can you put it into words? I would love to hear your thoughts….really.