Feb 28 2010
The Quilt
I read a story about a coffee table that was all scarred and aging from family gatherings and the feet being propped up from a hard day at work. The lady who owned the table could not bear to part with it or even refinish it because each scratch was a memory to her from the many years it had been around.
Now I think about another coffee table that belonged to my mom it was a special cedar chest that contained wonderful things that only meant something to the one who owned it. This chest too had many a scratch and many memories of a family. But the wonderful things that this coffee table contained was quilts my mom hand made.
As I lay one of those quilts on my bed, I look at each stitch thinking of the love that went into it. Each time I cover myself with my moms quilt I feel her arms around me giving me a hug. Just because my mom is no longer here doesn’t mean she’s not watching over me.
I don’t think I will ever get rid of this quilt. Not matter how old or torn is gets, it will always have that special place in my heart.
Have a Blessed Week
-Vanessa
Hey what’s up?
I have 3 jobs, 2 kids, an ex husband, a loan to the bank, and to many days left till the next payday, but even so my 10 minutes of my time…I spend it daily on nice online articles and until now you never made me loose interest.
I’m greatful for sweetening my daily routine. Yeah, unpleasant period but everyone remember that we need joy also in our lives.
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Well, I was confused but I guess the picture is complete now. Thanks God for your blog and the cyber world. Best Regards, Catrina Simonson
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