Ummmmmm...NO ONE! That's who.
So I was walking by the craft studio and I heard some muffled sobs. It wasn't my sewing machine like last time. It was the scrap bags. Seems that they were feeling a little like Cinderella before the ball. They watched as the fancy-pants sisters (boxes of fabric ) flew out of the studio destined for adventure and places unknown. The scrap bags, laying haphazardly on my crafty table, were feeling blue; even if that wasn't their true color. It was time to act. Time for an intervention. Time to step up and give those scrappy girls a destiny. Look at all the pretty that was in those bags.
The cries have abated. There is excitement in the air. Redemption and destiny is a reality. I love it. It reminds me of the life journey set before us. Heavenly Father takes the bits and pieces that we have to offer and redeems them into something beautiful and with purpose. I love the way He rolls. Nothing is wasted.
Gotta go now. There are more scraps to be had!