Only God Is Perfect

 We all want our quilts to be as close to perfect as we can get them, but we also know that SOMEthing is going to go a bit wonky somewhere in the process. Usually it is in the piecing. An intersection may be a tad off, a point gets buried in the seam allowance, a pucker shows up out of no where. Well if you get through the piecing perfectly, the quilting is sure to get you....there will be some missed stitches along the way, a toe hanger may even show up, and you may go off course because you are watching television while you are quilting and they are announcing the Biggest Loser as you are stitching away! If by chance, a miracle happens and your quilting is perfect, the binding will destroy any chance of that perfect quilt. Mitered corners?? Really...and FOUR of them at that. You may get 1 or 2 perfect, but certainly not ALL 4!!! Well I did it!!!!! I made the perfect quilt. My piecing was flawless, my quilting could have won a blue ribbon and ALL 4 corners are beautifully mitered!!!!! 

It was PERFECT! I felt my chest puff out in pride and I knew I had attained something special, and in TWO weeks time...a new record for me!! Perfection felt AMAZING!!!! I am ALL THAT and a bag of scraps!!!! 

And then it happened!!! I spotted a flaw in the fabric. It was a tiny little flaw, but a FLAW....a perfect quilt has NO flaws. And this was not a flaw that could be left to itself....it would not hide. In fact, the trip through the washer and dryer would turn that tiny flaw into a full fledged hole!! What did I do??? I SOBBED! *picture Scarlet O'Hara throwing herself on her bed, wailing!* As I wept and mourned the perfect quilt, and wondered how I could possibly make another one in 2 days, I heard my Jesus' voice speak ever so softly to me. "Only I am perfect."  Oh. I was stunned. Of course I knew this....it is the "Quilter's Rule"...Only God is Perfect. I grabbed the quilt, ran to Joann's to get identically matched thread, and some fray check. I whip stitched that flaw, which OF COURSE made it look MUCH worse, and drop some fray check on there. I repented of my pride and puffed-upped-ness (yes, I may have made up that word) and threw that flawed quilt in the washer.....it came out of the dryer beautiful. I could find the flaw right away, but my kids couldn't....Charlotte found it after 10 minutes and the boys never did find it. It is there....a blob smaller than a pea, but larger than a pin head. 

And like this quilt, we are all flawed....none are perfect....Only God.  I think this is my favorite quilt. I believe baby Lincoln will love it and he may even find that flaw and rub it as he falls asleep....it may comfort him. I know it comforts me that it is there! 

Here is a peek at the back.....

I have moved on to the next baby quilt.... colors that make me happy.

And a pattern that makes me smile.

And I can guarantee you it will NOT be perfect!!!!!