There is a rhythm to sewing that mirrors the rhythm of prayer. The steady hum of the machine. The repetitive motion of guiding fabric. The focused attention that blocks out everything else. In those moments, the studio becomes a sanctuary.
The Sacred in the Mundane
Brother Lawrence wrote about practicing the presence of God while washing dishes. I find that same presence while sewing. The act of creating something beautiful from raw materials feels sacred. It echoes the creation story itself: order from chaos, beauty from nothing.
Each Stitch as Intention
When I sew, I often pray for the person who will wear the piece. I do not always know who they are yet, but I pray that the piece finds the right person. That it brings them joy. That it reminds them they are worthy of something made with care.
Those prayers are literally sewn into every piece. You cannot see them, but they are there in every stitch.
Be still, and know that I am God.
— Psalm 46:10
Sewing forces me to be still. And in that stillness, I find God more reliably than almost anywhere else.