The Quilt

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My 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 were. 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 everyday 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 light, 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 death, 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. 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. A 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." May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through. Please share this with someone you love, care about or even someone who needs Jesus in his or her heart. They may scoff, but at least the seed has been planted, and God will do the rest. May God bless you today and forever.

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How absolutely beautiful! Thanks for sharing with us!

Keri

> > >> 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

> > >> everyday 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

> > >> light, 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 death, 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. "

> > >>

> > >> May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to

shine

> > >> through.

> > >>