The big day finally arrived. Square #181 came quietly into being with a sense of finality. It joined its counterparts, which, having been released from their neatly organized ziploc bags, formed a big pile on the floor. One by one, I laid them out in a pattern, colors jumping out at me, each with their own story to tell. The variegated blue and brown was from my very first scarf, the blues and greens of my previous afghans were a credit to their ancestors, and the purple was reminiscent of the set of grape cluster hotpads I made for my aunt. All their colorful histories had become a new, present story.
The past is part of who we become; it is to be remembered and learned from. The memories and experiences of yesterday are the foundation upon which today is built, orchestrated by the omniscient master planner to teach us and mold us.
Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future."
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