I spent this afternoon stitching away on my machine making corn sacks for Saturday's sale. About three o'clock, I ran out of thread. A perfect excuse to take a quick trip to the quilt shop. I invited Emily to go along; and, soon we were on our way. Now, I couldn't just go right in and buy my thread, could I? We browsed through the beautiful and some not so beautiful fabrics. I oohed and awed over the browns and navies, burgundies, and tans. Emily sighed over the bright purples, pinks, and peacock blues. After fifteen minutes of pure pleasure, I paid for the rather unexciting off-white thread; and, we came home. As a side note, we saw the most beautiful cloud formation with the sun's rays just bursting out behind it just like the glory of God. I picture it to be something like that when Christ comes back only immeasurably better. Well, when I got home, my sewing machine wouldn't work. I spent over an hour tryi...