I’ve spent the last couple of days doing something I never, in my wildest dreams, imagined I’d be doing…sewing face masks. But, as I pulled out my 1937 Singer, rolling it’s squeaky wheels across my bathroom floor in order to sew where the lighting is best, the same sentimental feelings washed over me. The reason? There’s a fantastic story behind my sewing machine. It’s one of sacrifice, love, & God. Continue Reading →