Life’s quilt

Not long ago I had tea with three of my friends. As always when together with close friends your conversation meander like life self — from the deep and dark to the light and sunny subjects. We have all reached the age where, when you look back on the year, you more often than not, have lost someone dear to you.
My Amish friend has lost both her mother and her mother in law this year, in her Christmas letter she wrote about this hard year. And I thought that maybe not only my three friends might like to read what she wrote.

I used to wonder why the accolades are given so often after a person has departed from this world, but I finally had to think that a lifetime is somewhat like making a quilt, some dark colors and some light, and not always perfect. When a person has passed on from this world, we take the quilt of the frame and hold it up and admire the completed work, and see that in spite of some flaws, it is a very beautiful quilt and there is always something in it that we wish to copy in our lives. Each is unique and original and yet we do have some lovely examples left back for us that we thank God for, and ask for His help that we may serve and glorify Him that we may leave behind something beautiful of our own. May God help us to that end is our prayer and desire.