About 30 years ago, my mother and father hand-stitched this quilt together, but never finishing it. Over the years this quilt has been tucked away, packed in paper bags, plastic grocery bags, moved from house to house, misplaced and found. Some of the most important people in my life have handled this blanket made of clothes of my childhood and of my parents. This evening I finished attaching the blue satin ribbon I had purchased 7 years ago, after the birth of my son. As I sat there, running the trim through the sewing machine, tears came to my eyes. I thought about my own mother's hands as they would have held the fabric gingerly sewing each square together. I reflected on the handwritten letters I have from her and the love she felt writing to my father and his mother. Years have passed since I felt her embrace, but the gift she gave was thoroughly realized as I finished that quilt she and my dad started while I played on the floor next to them. The gift lives through my children and the wonder they bring to my everyday. Life often seems so daunting that precious gifts, such as this, are overlooked and taken for granted. What a blessing my life has been! Through this imperfect little quilt, I saw the perfection in the path GOD laid out for me.
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