I really want to get back into blogging on a regular basis. I do enjoy it. I thought I had submitted something on this quilt but I guess not so here goes!
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| She Colored Everything Yellow Art Quilt |
This is the first finished entry in my “She colored everything yellow” series based on a
memory from the past. This art quilt was started in a workshop given by Deborah
Boschert in 2016 and finished in 2017.
As an adult I realized that I had a serious problem with the
way other people reacted to me. Everything, from not taking me serious, to
making fun of what I was saying or of my ideas, to criticizing me or my work.
At times it could cause me to start crying my eyes out (in private of course).
I have always been a very shy, quiet, and even at times timid person. Sometime
in my late fifties I decided enough. I prayed and asked the Lord to show me why
I was so sensitive to the words of others. Then a memory surfaced from my
childhood. One that I had not remembered or acknowledged since the day it
happened.
I was in first grade. The class was a combination class of
first and second graders. The teacher wanted to work with the second graders so
she instructed the first graders to color a page in our workbooks. I raised my
hand and the teacher told me to be quiet and do as I was told. So I did.
As she was teaching she walked around the room, when she
came to my desk she took my workbook and held it up to the class. “Look what
Rose did” she exclaimed to the class. “She colored everything yellow.” The
entire class – first and second graders started laughing. I was embarrassed and
ashamed.
What I had tried to tell the teacher was that I only had one
color crayon, the color yellow.
That was the beginning of a seed sown in my heart that kept
on growing and causing me to be super sensitive to words spoken by others about
and to me. Sometimes the weeds would be pulled out but the root remained and
continued to grow until I allowed Jesus to exposed the root and remove it from
my heart.
Now I love the color yellow. It reminds me of what He has
done for me and gives me hope, love and courage!
5 comments:
This story reminded me of an incident in my 3rd grade class. My father was an Army Captain and we had moved to Japan in 1957. I went to school on post. We did a lot of weekend trips locally and around the country. I was enthralled by all the sights and the people. I was particularly in love with rice paddies, cherry trees in bloom, any farm house with a thatched roof, traditional Japanese art, etc. I was always drawing the things I saw around me because the patterns were so lovely. I drew these during art time at school. One day my teacher (who was an older American lady), stopped at my desk and told me I could no longer draw Japanese pictures in class anymore. She said I was an American and I needed to draw American things. Anything Japanese was forbidden. I was heartbroken. I loved those images! I continued drawing them but only at home. Years later, I decided that the teacher must have been prejudiced and probably worried that I was forgetting I was American. Ha! I hung onto that love of rice paddies and tree blossoms and they are still a part of me! But I also learned to guard those precious parts until I know I can trust someone to share them. You are you and you are amazing and have wonderful gifts. I learn so much from your little creations.
Rose, you have my other email, the one at Yahoo--Ruth
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