For Aunty Joy…….

If you were to ask me what is my most prized possession “as in material things” I would definitely have to say the precious piece of handiwork pictured below. It was handmade especially for me by someone who thought that I was deserving of it. It was a blend of my favourite colours which made a perfect combination. I was given this as a Christmas present back in 2008 and I have cherished it ever since and I hope to pass it on to my children one day. I came across the poem below as it was shared on my facebook wall and thought that it was very appropriate and that it would give me a reason to say thanks to Aunty Joy once more for making me special.

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“The Quilt”

As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt
before the Lord along with all the other souls.
Before each of us laid our lives like the squares
of a quilt in many piles; an angel sat before each of us sewing our
quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life.
But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the
pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was.
They were filled with giant holes. Each
square was labeled with a part of my life that had
been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in
every day life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all.
I glanced around me. Nobody else had such
squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled
with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own
life and was disheartened.
My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together,
threadbare and empty, like binding air.
Finally the time came when each life was to be
displayed, held up to the the scrutiny of truth. The others rose; each
in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been.
My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise.
My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn’t
had all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But
there had also been trials of illness, and wealth, and false
accusations that took from me my
world, as I knew it. I had to start over many
times. I often struggled with
the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and
begin again. I spent many nights on my knees in
prayer, asking for help and
guidance in my life. I had often been held up to
ridicule, which I endured
painfully, each time offering it up to the Father
in hopes that I would not
melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of
those who unfairly judged me.
And now, I had to face the truth. My life was
what it was, and I had to accept it for what it was.
I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of
my life to the light.
An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around
at the others who stared at me with wide eyes.
Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light
flooded the many holes,
creating an image, the face of Christ. Then our
Lord stood before me, with
warmth and love in His eyes. He said, “Every time
you gave over your life
to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My
struggles.
Each point of light in your life is when you
stepped aside and let Me shine
through, until there was more of Me than there was
of you.”
~unknown

Thank you Aunty Joy.

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