Welcome to my eclectic journey of my life and delights. This year my theme is surrendering my writing pen to the true author, Jesus Christ, while looking forward to the future, reflecting on the past and dancing through my journey.
Linking up with Dayle for "Airing of the Quilts," I wanted to show off my quilt from my grandmother.
Throughout my Mommy Piggy Tale posts, I spoke about the clothes my mother or I made. By saving pieces of the leftover material through the years, I collected a large memory scrap box.
During my early teen years, I would spend a week at my grandmother's farm.She would set up this massive wooden quilting frame in her small den.After a full day at her job, she would return home to show me how to quilt.When I graduated from high school and was filling my hope chest, she gathered all the scraps from my clothes and hand-pieced and hand- quilted me this memory maker. I can remember so many of the outfits contained in this design. My life story is stitched within a quilt... lovingly sewn by the hands of my grandmother.
Her labor of love has so much more meaning today than even yesterday.I recently announced that I would be a first-time grandmother.My thoughts went to dreaming of all the things I would do with this little one.The memories we would make together.What I would make for my first grandchild.God had other plans and my first grandchild is in heaven today.We rejoiced and now we mourn, but knowing we will see that child one day is a healing balm.
Just like wrapping up in a quilt... God brings comfort.Recently my friend's mother-in-law went to be with the Lord and they draped her casket in one of the quilts she had made for her granddaughter... wrapping her in comfort.I look forward to the day I hold my grandchild and maybe, just maybe, one of my future grandchildren willsit beside me to learn from my hands.
