clay and rags

Isaiah 64 6 But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away. 7 And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of thee: for thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast consumed us, because of our iniquities. 8 But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand. Last fall I was really down, to be honest, in about all ways one could be. I was discouraged, I needed something that I could do. I needed a joyful purpose. Do not get me wrong, I love my husband and love the kids and so, so excited about being a grammie and please do not think for a second I don't, but most of my days are spent not being able to drive. To be really honest when you hurt all the time you hurt worse when your in a quiet house. Most people with Fibro are overachievers. I worked two jobs when I got sick, taught Sunday School, had Jared still at home, and did ladies ministry. Then I got sick and here I am in a empty quiet house. So I prayed for God to give me something I could do and bless others with. I never thought of myself as crafty or artistic. So that had never even entered my mind. One day while going through the Goodwill store I see a bag that a comforter went in but it was filled with rags. The tag on it said quilt rags. I thought I will make a quilt for our bed. I will redo our bedroom. Well I am still working on that, but basically I have taught myself to sew or teaching myself. At first by hand but then I drug my sewing machine out and found it on you tube and taught myself how to thread it. Sewing and any kind of crafts have become my joyful purpose I asked for. I love sewing little things and seeing people smile. Yesterday I was trying to make a piece of jewelry out of lace. That did not work the lace was too wide. When I looked at it though I thought I could do some thing with it. I have some old clay pots and my quilt rags and I put them together and made something beautiful. I was looking at it when God spoke to me and said, I have done the same for you. I heard your cry and I have answered thee. I have molded you from a piece of clay and some old dirty rags and I have come to live inside of you. I think you're beautiful. Some times we need word pictures, and yesterday God gave me one I will cherish.