It’s All On The Line
The quilt had been hanging on the line for several hours, gently swaying to and fro in the breeze. It was wet and heavy when I put it there to dry, but hours later it’s lighter, softer, fresher. The quilt is a lot like life: a patchwork of pieces stitched together by skill and determination and if we’re lucky, love.
The quilt and I began the day in a serious, queen-sized slump. We suffered from a total wet blanket effect. It took muscle to pull that quilt up out of the washing machine, wrestle it to the clothes line and secure it with wooden pins. And then … slowly, miraculously … things began to calm. We both eased away from the heavy-heartedness of it all, cleansed with every tear-like drip of water that had rinsed away the dirt and grime. A spot of sunshine dazzled us and suddenly we were reveling in warmth … transformed into well worn softness, the embodiment of cozy comfort.
Ladies, I speak especially to you. As the wife, as the mother, as the hub of the household, we are called to provide softness, comfort and warmth to our loved ones. We must always be ready and willing to wrap our arms around the hurting, ease the bruises of the battered souls, and heal the broken hearts in our midst. We are responsible for creating an atmosphere of peace and safekeeping.
It may sound silly but I tell you: be the quilt.
Be the patchwork of age and experience, of love and loss, of knowledge and understanding. Be strong enough to bend, and thick enough to warm another even when you’re cold. Be steady and sturdy even when you — or they — have fallen or been trampled on or tossed aside. And if you can do these things always, without ceasing, you will be cherished … called upon … and shared with love and reverence for future generations to appreciate.
Be the warmth.
Be the soft place to land in a world with very hard edges.
Be the quilt.