The woman who took over as costumer for the high school contacted me. She wondered if I was willing to make a couple of skirts for the upcoming show next month. I met her in my old stomping ground, which is now her domain. It is delightful to see her organization. She has made better use of the space than I did, and teaches four times a week when I only taught twice. 

She had orderly piles ready for me. There was thread, ribbon, fabric, interfacing, boning and directions. I only agreed to make two but when I saw the project I took seven. It was fun to be her assistant, leaning into choices she had made, and a design she came up with. I cranked up the music in my sewing room and barely stopped for lunch before I finished them all. 

I noticed how calm I felt. She is responsible for the production, and all I did was implement some of her wishes. There was no weight on my shoulders, just a pile of silky gray fabric in my lap. Her thanks to me will probably be two tickets to the show, and it will be my pleasure to see the skirts on stage. 

A friend likes to remind me that God is the Doer. He has our eternal trajectory planned out, not to keep us from participating but to relieve the pressure. My part is manageable. Show up and do the task in front of me. He even provides what I need to work with, like energy, and my wits. 

Then I get to enjoy seeing how my contribution is part of something amazing.