Stolen Quilt Breaks my Heart

One of the local teachers asked to borrow one of my quilts as her class was reading Little House in the Big Woods and she wanted a prop to show them what real quilting was and how it was done in the back of a covered wagon.

After school that day, I picked up the quilt and then went to be with DD#2 while she went through cheerleader tryouts.  Every mother that was there with their daughter knew that I had a quilt, what it was used for and that I had made it. 

Unfortunately, it was cold out – and when the girls finished their try-outs, we went inside.

And I forgot the quilt (in a zippered plastic bag) on the picnic tables that are between the high school and gym, what with all of the excitement of the try-outs.  A group of 12-13 year-olds sure have emotions that fly from one end of the spectrum to the other.  So much so that I didn’t give the quilt another thought until that evening when we got home.

I was sick.  But, figuring we live in SUCH a small community, I was expecting someone to turn it into one of the principals or a teacher or SOMEONE. 

Unfortunately, there is someone in our close-knit community who isn’t as honest as I expect from my children. 

My husband went early the next morning and checked the area, checked the trash cans and didn’t find it.  I emailed the principals, emailed a note to the local paper – all to no avail.  No one is fessing up to the theft.

The really sad part of it?  That quilt was chosen by my cousin for me to give to her daughter, who had a baby earlier this month.  My cousin who passed away less than a week after she picked out the quilt for her not-yet-born grandson. 

After spending a month searching and being sick about it, I did what all quilters do – I wrote it off as a very bad experience with sadness and prayers for the thief…and I made a new quilt.  Same colors.  Same design.

I hope my second cousin likes it, and I know they’ll treasure it because her mom chose it for her grandson.  But, a part of me is still going to be thinking of that quilt and the person who stole the original.  Pretty sad to live around dishonesty.

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    Does Anyone Give a Straight Answer Anymore?

    I went on a job interview the other day.  I’m not really sure that I want to work away from my home-based office, but I know we need to bring in more of an income to support our family, and I’m the one that has to do that.  Working from home is wonderful, when there’s steady funds coming in.  But, when it’s the “famine” part of feast or famine, there are days I’m not sure we even have enough money to buy milk for the kids.

    Anyway, I interviewed with a husband and wife who own a business.  They are at the point where they want to grow the business, but are overwhelmed with too many of the day-to-day activities to have any spare time to work on their expansion.  They have great ideas, but no time to put them into action.  Hence, they are looking for a Joe Friday – someone to manage the parts of the day-to-day business so they can focus their energies on their short- and long-term goals.

    First, I spent some time with the husband.  He was nice, talked well (as in, he didn’t talk down to me) and toured me through their operation….as well as showed and explained their vision for growth to me.  He made sure I could lift a 50 lb. bag of sugar and could hoist a sheet-pan full of pies into their oven.  Both I passed with flying colors.  I thought we had some intelligent conversation about their business and I thought I asked some questions that he hadn’t thought of or that he was unaware of.  Meaning, I paid attention to what he was saying and discussed it with him.

    Then, I met with both the husband and his wife for a sit-down interview.  When the wife told me she wanted to ask me some questions that she found on the Internet, I was … ummmm, a bit uncomfortable.  Why?  Well gee, they could be anything!  Why weren’t we talking about their business and what I could do to help them take it where they wanted to go?  Why weren’t we talking about how I could be a valuable contributor to their staff and the growth to their new and improved business?  But, I sat and listened and answered the questions as honestly and directly as I could.

    Toward the end of the interview, the wife says…”Well, we’ve had a lot of applicants…”

    I pretty much knew at that point that I didn’t answer one (or more) of those Internet questions with an answer she wanted to hear.   We didn’t discuss salary, we barely discussed hours and we talked more about kids and the community, homeschooling and the local schools — about anything except the job opening.

    I’m ok with not getting the job.  If they were not comfortable with me or my abilities or even my looks – I can handle that.  But, what I cannot handle is the “don’t call us, we’ll call you” attitude.  The cold shoulder.  How does one better themselves if they don’t discuss the “wrong answers?”  When you work and you do something wrong, you (usually) hear about it from your supervisor or the owner.  You are given the opportunity to better yourself by changing whatever it was that you did wrong, or explaining the actions you took.  

    I haven’t heard a response from them.  I put it in God’s hands, because that’s the only thing I can do.  If He means for me to have the job, then I guess it’ll happen.  If He doesn’t, then I will just continue what I’m doing and hope that either the “feast” picks up and I’m able to support our family better.  God has plans for me – whether the business that I interviewed with does or not.

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      Last Sacred Arts Performance of the Year

      It happens every year.  The kids go to their Sacred Arts classes all school-year-long at church and perform once a month, but there’s always an end to the season – and yesterday happened to be their last performance of the year.  The kids did a small dance with their hands, and then danced with streamers.  Colorful, engaging and so “from the heart”! 

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        Fishing with Jesus

        I performed the children’s sermon last week at church.  It was fun, but this time I really wanted something dynamite.  The message revolved around the chapter of John (21: 1-19) where Jesus showed himself, after being raised from the dead, and helped his disciples fish.

        So, my husband created a mock boat for me to use:

        Last week, we asked the congregation to bring cans of tuna for the children’s message, and when we were finished with our quest for 153 cans of (tuna) fish, we would donate it to our local outreach program to distribute to the needy.

        We put the children in the boat and asked them to turn away from the congregation, to close their eyes and pray with me.  We prayed that Jesus would show his love for those who were hungry, and provide fish for our expedition. 

        As the kids were turned away from the net, the congregation come up and filled our net with cans of tuna fish.

        The looks on the kids’ faces after the sermon was magical.  Priceless.  SO special!

        And as an ego booster, one of our retired pastors came up to me after the service and thanked me, telling me that was a beautiful children’s sermon and a great message for our church and kids. 


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