God Just Keeps Blessing Us By Marilyn McMullen The group of ladies that I belong to and lead is called Lydia’s Helping Hands. Our scripture reference is Proverbs 31:13. We are self-supporting and we receive a lot of donations for...

  Created to Create & Stitchin’ with a Mission By: Maryann Gubala Wilbraham, MA   God is an incredible artist. He made everything from the vibrant and breath-taking sunset to the tiniest little flower petal, from the innumerable stars in...

Cinnamon Was A Student Of Mine By Tenney Singer—Montesano, Washington I found out about Sew Powerful because Cinnamon Miles was a student of mine many years ago. I was interested in seeing what her life had become. I was amazed...

A Win-Win-Win By Marcy Mahle—Centerville, Ohio In the Spring of 2014, I discovered the wonderful website of Liberty Jane’s Pixie Faire. To my delight, Pixie Faire had many clothing patterns for dolls from many talented designers. Eagerly, I signed up...

I Read Every Single Word By Theresa Dellaport—Golden, Colorado I belong to a soap-making online forum. A member on that forum posted the Sew Powerful story and expressed her admiration of the program on July 2, 2015. I was so...

I Let Out a Squeal By Kylie Gersekowski—Pittsworth Queensland, Australia About 12 months ago, while sitting outside in sunny Queensland in Australia, I stumbled upon the Sew Powerful Purse Project. I was looking for a charity sewing project, which linked...

I Couldn’t Stop Crying By Dawn Carroll—Texas I started sewing in 9th grade when my elderly neighbor, who had no children of her own, eagerly taught me everything she knew about sewing. I loved sewing! I loved the creativity and...

I Couldn’t Believe My Eyes By Pam VanOteghem—Leesburg, Georgia My journey with the Sew Powerful Purse Project began with an unexpected gift of a Bernina embroidery machine. My neighbors were clearing out and having a yard sale. They brought over...

How Could I Not Help? By Peggy Carlson I grew up in a family of nine. My mother died in childbirth, but our baby brother lived. We stayed together, taking care of Timmy until my father died of heart failure...