It says, "Families are like quilts, pieces cut from lives, sewn by hand in good times and bad, designs quilted by memories and promises and bound with never ending love."
I love quilts. If I were to ever get a home-making bug it me, it might just be quilting...for sure it wouldn't be laundry. (Don't hold your breath for either one.)
But quilts are amazing. I love how little pieces of fabric can form patterns, or not. I love the folk-artsy nature of quilts--that out of necessity, pieces of old, worn fabric could be turned into something useful and whole.
So in that way, families really are like quilts, where all our imperfect pieces make up one giant tapestry that is beautiful simply because it is. It takes all the colors (personalities) and all the pieces (individuals, memories, challenges, promises...) to make it whole and beautiful.
I also love looking at old quilts, before machines could make them with perfection. You can see every stitch, even the imperfect ones. So much of what binds us together as families is imperfect, but it is that imperfection that is beautiful.
...And imagine the gaping holes of a quilt falling apart if the imperfect stitches were removed. Those imperfect stitches represent connection. Every stitch connects the old, worn, otherwise useless pieces of fabric, and even in their imperfect unity, they become something whole and useful, and even more beautiful and meaningful with age.
I guess I'm feeling thankful today for the imperfect tapestry that is my family--thankful that I could bind my life together with the lives of my siblings, parents, children, spouse, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents...the whole shebang...
There isn't a more perfect way to live!
1 comment:
I always loved that cross stitch that Ruth had hanging in their home. It is so beautiful.
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