“When Things Don’t Work Out as Planned”
It
is always a nice feeling of accomplishment when a project is finished,
especially one that has taken several months to complete. My friend, Chelsea
Rose Jabboori, and I had that feeling when the mobile of gourds and driftwood
that we had been working on together was completed.
Prior
to making the mobile, she and I met at our house occasionally to sketch, with
time spent at the end of our get-togethers for prayer. The mobile idea began
when I carried a bin of gourds upstairs from the basement one day and asked her
if she’d like to help me paint some of them.
Those
were special gourds, at least to me—grown in our garden in Springville over a
couple of summers, dried, stored away and then hauled across the country to
Michigan! They were too nice to throw out prior to the move. I had visions of
transforming them into birdhouses, vases and other decorative items.
Chelsea
Rose, a talented artist, looked over the gourds and arranged four of them in
three rows on the dining room table with some pieces of driftwood in between.
Her idea? A mobile! She even found a
small piece of wood to use as a perch underneath the opening in the largest gourd
that had been intended for a birdhouse.
It
sounded good to me, although I couldn’t see how we were going to assemble all
of those separate pieces together into one hanging mobile. Before Chelsea Rose
left that day, we took a picture of the way it was to be arranged to help us
remember at our next meeting.
A month later, we picked up where we had left
off. There was enough time that afternoon to put the first coat of acrylic
paint on the gourds using tones of brown, yellow, green and orange, and bright
blue for the perch. Every birdhouse needs an occupant and since the mobile was
designed to hang indoors, she picked out a colorful bird from a bag of assorted
craft items to glue onto the perch.
During
another free block of time, I found my gourd saw and drill packed away in the
basement. After struggling to remember how to use them, I was finally able to
cut a small hole in the birdhouse gourd for the blue perch.
Chelsea Rose painted flowers, lady bugs and
vines on the three smaller ones while I drilled holes in places where they
might be needed for hanging the gourds on the driftwood. Before our time together ran out, the bottom
of the largest gourd was painted with an orange flower. The assembling of the mobile would have to wait
for another day though.
“You
know, Chelsea Rose,” I said, “I think this mobile would be the perfect welcome
gift for your new apartment!” It was her idea, after all!
The
last stage of the project involved gluing the little bird onto its perch,
inserting the perch into the birdhouse and gluing popcorn kernels in a flower
design around the opening. Then
everything had to be strung together.
Fishing
line was ideal because it was transparent, but how to put the line through the
gourds and driftwood? Our son-in-law furnished the fishing line and Al drilled
holes in the driftwood at my direction. The fishing line was threaded through a
long needle to connect the gourds and pieces of driftwood.
After trying a couple of different
ways, we finally managed to assemble the mobile. As she held up the completed project, Chelsea
Rose said,
“Hey,
it didn’t turn out the way we had planned, but it’s nice anyway!” and she
carried it out to her car to take home to the new apartment.
The finished mobile did look different from
the original plan. But then, plans change, don’t they? And sometimes the
process is the key, providing us opportunity to grow, to exercise a good
attitude and yes, even to be thankful!
“I
will extol the Lord at all times; his praise will continually be on my lips. My
soul will boast in the Lord; let the afflicted hear and rejoice. Magnify the
Lord with me; let us exalt his name together.” Psalm
34:1-3 NIV
“Reconfigurations”
kernels of popcorn
creative minds collaborating
reconfiguring
nature
Voila! A mobile!
Surrendered
my heart, mind,
soul
to God’s creative
design
collaborating…
reconfiguring me!
JLL 8-10-22
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