• 26Nov
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    A dream.

    I am alone looking contentedly around me when he appears.  I smile recognizing our friendship.  He reaches out and grabs the tips of the three fingers on my right hand and pulls, “Come on, I have something to show you” he says, his voice is excited and I smile at his enthusiasm.  As we hurry toward our destination I am dimly aware of the fact that he has not released me and his thumb is slowly caressing my fingers in a silent question I’m not sure I dare acknowledge.  We enter a room lined with several bookshelves and I tease him about his lack of books in comparison to my own library.  He takes the joke good naturedly as he scans the shelves in front of him looking for a particular book.  He doesn’t let go of my hand and I am content.

    The dream flickers and again I am alone.  My destination is unknown, but I must pass through this long room, lined with many people who know me and who have been watching my life.  He appears at the other end.  His destination leads him past me in the direction from which I have just come.  Once again we smile in recognition of our friendship, but after the last incident there is just a little bit more involved and our hearts smile as well.  We must pass closely as the room is narrow and many people line the walls.  Our hands brush and automatically clasp as we try to maintain the connection midst the business of our lives.  We continue on our separate ways holding on as long as we can and I am aware that everyone around can see that our hearts have communicated even if our lips have not.

    As I leave the room I am aware of heads bending toward each other and whispered speculations being shared: some are smiling, some are worried.  I am thankful you care.  I’m glad you have noticed, but worried that you might push.  These things take time and our hearts need to slowly strengthen the bond we share before we even dare consider the future.

    When I wake up I am amused by the emotions I still feel.  The contentment is still there.  My heart is still smiling dimly in recognition and I feel peaceful.  What does it all mean?  Is there a face to the other heart in my dream.  I long for that connection of hearts again, but there is peace in knowing that God is in control.  His connection to my heart is real and far stronger.  I will rest in Him.

  • 07Nov

    I actually got these done last winter (I pieced them the winter before and just quilted them last winter) with a lot of help from my Mom, a neighbor lady or two, my sister, and various other people that popped in and volunteered their time.

     Benjamin's Danny Quilt

    The blue quilt (notice they follow the color code that we have given the kids) is for Benjamin(9).  We quilted the shape of a hand on to some of the blocks because Benjamin means “son of my right hand.”   The butterflies also kind of symbolize the new life that Dan has found as well as his shirt’s, which we are incorporating into the quilts. =)

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    The green quilt is Josiah’s(8).  One definition of his name has to do with “support.”  So we quilted blocks and Bible’s on his quilt to symbolize the fact that he can’t do it all on his own.  It takes more than one block to build a wall and Dan was just one of the many blocks that supports him in his chosen path.  I also quilted Bibles on there because I want him to remember to use his Bible as his true source of support for every aspect of his life.

    This year I started on the one for Dassy(6).  For some reason I started with Abigail’s (the first one done) which is why Dassy’s is next.  This pattern is a little more complicated, so it’s probably going to take a bit longer to get it done.  Hopefully it won’t be so difficult that I can’t make my goal of one quilt a year.