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.
Great first blog post, Sara! What a lovely story :)
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