As part of five-minute Friday, this post is dedicated to the word, convenient.
I am from a line of creative people, woodworkers, gardeners, photographers, musicians, guitar builders, chefs, seamstresses, and artists. We make the efforts to take our God-given talents to heart and soul and use them as they were intended to be used.
Mass marketing has taken the pleasure of using our talents and our skills from us by providing our every need to everything without having to lift a finger, except for the purchase. Today I sit with my thread and needle, making a skirt for myself, an inconvenient yet satisfying process. One stitch at a time, I can finish a skirt in less time than I could sew it on the machine, which I don’t even own, but I know I would be tearing out stitches if I did own one. It is patience of watching the project unfold and wearing my skirt that I envision. The dressing room drama at a store is completely eliminated. I will have the fabric I want, even if I have to design it myself because my other talent is art.
Art, in one form or another, is part of my life, just as praying is vital to my soul. Art nourishes my life and keeps me sane. I pray while I sew, I pray while I paint, not constantly mind you, but as a form of worship, God has given me this ability to use parts of myself in order to create. The satisfaction of using a paintbrush or a slim needle to create one paint stroke or stitch at a time, cannot be replaced by the convenience of the purchase. The holiness of time spent with calming music and my own thoughts, prayers, and gratitude only emphasize how inconvenient it is to take the easy more convenient path.
As a child, I practiced the piano, slowly, one note at a time until finally, my fingers knew where to go at the right time, but the process was slow and methodical until magically, it all came together, right and left hands and a song arose. Now I must go back to my stitching, to hold my needle, love my thread and thank God for the convenience of fabric, thread, and needles.