My baby dress–crocheted by my Aunt Esther in 1949.
“Grandma! Grandma! A worm. A worm in my room!” She sounds hysterical.
I leap out of bed. “I’m coming! I’m coming!”
She’s reacting to a new medicine. Not so well.
“Don’t open the door! It’ll fall on your head! It’s moving!” She’s sobbing.
I run to the bathroom and pull three yards of toilet paper from the roll.
I open the door. Carefully. I am not afraid.
I look up.
There’s no worm. Just a crack in the woodwork above the door that’s been there for years. A chink. A missing chunk.
Her eyes are playing tricks tonight because it’s 2 a.m., and she can’t sleep. Can’t rest. And her vision is distorted.
She doesn’t believe me that it’s not a worm. A grub. That’s getting bigger by the second and will soon reach her bed.
And I think about all the chinks and missing chunks in my life. How my vision is distorted. How sometimes I see nothing but grubs determined to munch holes through clean through any new growth.
And I’m afraid.
Until I remember I don’t see as He sees. His vision is perfect. He sees from a distance. And He sees deep.
And He sees the beautiful pattern that the grubs He allows will make.
The lace of life.
And I look up.
But tomorrow I will paint the grub.
Letting words flow in community with Lisa Jo, the Gypsy Mama, today on the word prompt–perspective.
Writing for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
I dare you to try it.
A story full of perspective and hope – love this! There are many holes eating away in my life, too. Good to see them from this lacy perspective. thank you!
And the holey becomes holy…
Love your photos here, Sandy. Such a sweet baby dress to illustrate your point. How often do we judge our lives from our own distorted perspective. Grubs. Thankfully God sees the potential and re-creates us.
I hope your wee granddaughter’s medication reaction was quickly solved.
My daughter and both grandgirls have had photos in it. I don’t think there’s a photo of me in it anywhere.
Yes, the reaction was short-lived, but I don’t want to go there again. She’s now on a lower dose. 🙂
Thank you for the reminder…He sees clearly. How easy to overlook.
What an excellent picture of how we panic over our distorted perceptions. Painting “grubs” today while reflecting quietly on this.
What a pretty dress. I like your thoughs and how your turned a awful experience into a life lesson. I think a lot about the individual threads that make up the tapestry of life. This is a lot like that except with grubs. Those things are awful! 🙂 Glad your little granddaughter is not reacting poorly anymore.
Ooo, I’m an ACFWer too.
What a beautiful lesson you teach here…and what beautiful lace He makes of our missing chinks.