06/18/2026
Walking in Grace
I am reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also.
—2 Timothy 1:5 (NIV)
“What do you want to sew?” I asked Madelyn when she came to my house, along with her brothers, Micah and Benjamin, for a week of Grandma Camp in June. Her mom, Rachel, had informed me of Madelyn’s desire after being inspired by Laura Ingalls Wilder’s frontier stitching skills in the Little House on the Prairie books my granddaughter had been reading.
“I want to sew a dress.”
I gazed at my granddaughter, her straight brown hair framing her earnest face. At age eight, I worried she was too young to learn. “How about we start with something simpler?”
After tightening the fabric on an embroidery hoop on her chosen project—an owl sampler pattern—Madelyn began outlining the bird in purple embroidery floss. Up and down, she wove the needle, around the head and both wings, while her boisterous brothers wrestled in the other room, their laughter filling the house.
“I remember my mom teaching me to sew,” I said as Madelyn added French knots for the owl’s eyes.
“Great-Grandma Lois?” Madelyn asked, naming the woman who had died when Madelyn had been a baby. While we added new colors, Madelyn asked questions about her great-grandmother, figuring out her relationship in the collective family memories.
When the final herringbone stitch was knotted in place, I gave thanks for an afternoon with my granddaughter as she threaded her place of belonging in the fabric of our family’s stories, something none of us is too young to learn.
Thank You, Jesus, that no matter my heritage, I belong in Your story.
—Lynne Hartke
Digging Deeper: Deuteronomy 4:9; Psalm 100:5