Tonight, I was putting a quilt together, and as I cut and sewed, God started talking to my heart. I had an idea for a quilt. It is not to be a traditional quilt with perfect squares that will make a fancy intricate design, but rather a whimsical quilt with blocks of varying sizes. As I began putting pieces together, I thought about how imperfect it was going to look and I debated whether I should go with a .more traditional look when God stepped in and whispered, "It's ok for them not to be perfect." It will be beautiful, and it will remind you that people are flawed, broken and imperfect. We all carry scars, wounds, hurts, disappointments and sickness in these tents that we live in. We are shaped by how our parents raised us, by our experiences in school, by encounters with other people. Is it any wonder we are a mess? This is not meant to be depressing