I am not craftsy, but my mom sure taught our family to be creative with what you had. This Saturday night is the RFIS banquet, to which teacher Karl is required to go. I am also invited, with three difficulties:
no fancy dress
no shoes to match such dress
no babysitter
All of these have been addressed.
1) I found a suitable dress to borrow from one of the hostels' donation dress racks
2) spray paint from one of the 2 yard sales of the year plus a glue stick and glitter renewed some rather oldish-looking shoes that I'd stored in case my better ones got worse.
3) I found a non-RFIS student/teacher who is willing to come out to watch the kids.
So we're set to go! This truly is a Cinderella slipper, since the glitter will wash off at the least hint of moisture. Hopefully it will last til midnight, anyway, before turning back to rags.
God is the ultimate craftsman, taking the junk and trash of my life and renewing, redeeming, and transforming it into something beautiful, useful, and worthwhile. That chorus keeps running through my head:
You make beautiful things
you make beautiful things out of dust
You make beautiful things
you make beautiful things out of us. [Gungor]
The shoe is not like God's redemption, however. When the glitter of my life on earth washes away in death, I will be more glorious than ever; for "we will be like him". "Amen, come Lord Jesus, come!"
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