Thank You God for Learning Experiences

Today was a day of learning and stretching. I attended a craft fair, not as a customer but as a crafter. I should also add that I have never attended craft fairs as a customer. I have been knitting scarves for a few years. On a whim, I entered a craft fair at out church. I was sure I would fail. I would come home having spent six hours at a craft fair with nothing more than I had when I started. I would be a failure. I got there only to find that others had set up last night. I got there ten minutes before it started. Not a great start to a day. As I looked around, I saw other tables with brightly covered tables, and there is mine with nothing more than the scarves adorning on the table. I had no idea, before today, how much money I should take with me to make change for the customers. I have to confess, I felt very discouraged. But God reminded me that I can make it a learning experience. So what did I learn? I learned that I make scarves that are as good, if not better than some other people’s scarves. That’s not bragging, that’s the truth. I know because I casually walked around and eyed the competition, and others came up complementing the workmanship. I also learned that I need to make the table appealing and arrive earlier to put the time into making a better presentation. I thank God that he gives us learning experiences. Yes, I could have spent the day defeated because I did not measure up to other crafters, or I could figure out what I can do better for next time. I tend to analyze (I’ll let you decide which I did). It was not a failure if I learned and I still sold some scarves, not all of them but some of them. God specializes in taking over when I trust him. He provided buyers for the scarves. Thank you God for many times over the years when I have had learning experiences.

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