Quilts. I love quilts. I wish I could make quilts. They have a unique simplicity (which I know is FAR from the truth.) I watched my granny painstakingly put many quilts together. I used to get to help with the end process, putting the finishing touches on the quilt as it hung from the ceiling. She would start with cutting squares or strips from scrap fabric or no longer worn clothing. Then she would sew together the pieces to form larger squares or designs. The quilting frame would be hung in the living room, the bottom of the quilt snuggly secured. Then batting was placed on top of that and then the pieces were laid. She worked on the quilts in her “spare time”, they were usually gifts, so each one was unique and special. I still own quite a few of the ones she made me, and I have one that my great-grandmother made.
Each one is so precious and has memories sewn into them. There are some pieces of fabric that I know came from pieces of my granny and papaws clothing. It makes me feel close to them when I wrap up in them. My mind is flooded with memories and it makes me smile and think about how great my childhood was.
Isn’t our life like a quilt? Each situation, each day, each week, each month forms a year. Our years form a life. It’s all sewn together, God the one with the needle. In the end, the result is always something beautiful, even when some of it is made from what we would consider scraps.
I have said forever that God doesn’t leave loose ends. He makes sure every detail is taken care of, and that EVERYTHING in our life is used to glorify him. Just like a patchwork quilt, made of scraps and old clothing, makes something beautiful, our lives – in Christ – make something beautiful.
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.