I don’t know why I bother to mend my boys tattered jeans.I could just walk into Goodwill or Rugged Warehouse
and pay five to ten bucks for a decent pair.
The problem is the boys like their old jeans,
“It’s comfy”
“I like the color”
“This design fits me’
“It’s my favorite jeans”
Now these are no-name, non-designer jeans, and mostly from the clearance racks.
I never wanted my boys to appear like tatterdemalions,
but here I am dutifully mending their torn wears albeit the old fashion way .
The picture of Mom mending our clothes while I was young came to mind
and subconsciously in this somewhat mundane activity
I felt connected to Mom even though she is ten thousands miles away.
Most of my sisters are good seamstresses
and now still sew in their spare time for extra cash.
Being the youngest daughter,
I was never good at needlework but every pair of jeans I mend with love, sometime a drop of blood too.
I think this is the way God mends our broken hearts
and relationships in our lives.
The difference is that the thread of love He uses interweaves with his grace
and goodness that will never come apart again.
