A Beautiful Gift
My husband and I received a beautiful quilt from my mother-in-law. On it was a pink heart and at the bottom she had dedicated the quilt to us with love.
For years I carefully set it on my bed every morning after I woke up. I smoothed the corners just right. It was beautiful.
One night I was extra tired so I climbed into our bed without removing the quilt. I have never slept so well. It was warm and comfortable and just the right weight. It was like sleeping in what I imagine Heaven is like. So as I climbed out of bed, I looked at the crumbled quilt. It was no longer smooth or quite as beautiful. You could no longer make out the heart. But I had this sense, strange as it may sound, life could be like that quilt. Sometimes mine has been just like it. Beautiful on the outside, but I never really wrapped myself around it and embraced it or the warmth of my loved ones.
Every night now I sleep under that quilt. I crave its warmth and love. It reminds me of my mother-in-law and how much she loves us. It reminds me of so many things. Such as a well worn heart is better than a perfect heart that never has loved or been broken. And sometimes our lives are messy. But in that mess sometimes we can find everything we ever needed.