As I faced my Maker at the last Judgement, I knelt before the Lord along with 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 had 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 had 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 had been.
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 eyes wide. 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."
I suppose that it is just part of being human that makes us struggle so hard when we are facing trouble, pain, and trials in our lives. Instead of letting go... and letting God take care of these things, we hold on to them with a death grip. May your blessings be many as you travel through this week. May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through.
6 comments:
As a quilter, I find this even more beautiful than the mere words, Jo. Thanks.
Jo,this is a great post.thanks for sharing this inspiration message.
Thank You for this one Jo, I'm wiping away the tears as I type this, you have said that I know where the smiles are kept, but you have a much greater gift - you can always touch my heart, even though I live miles away on the other side of the pond. Love Kate x.
Oh Jo, that is such a beautiful story, I'd never read it before. It brought tears to my eyes when I read the part of how the light flooded the many holes, creating an imagine of Christ. A good lesson to be learned...to let God take care of us!! xoxo
Thank you so much Jo, this was beautiful.
Jesus said: "... Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me: for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light." (St. Matthew 11:28) The Son will truly deliver those who believe in him.
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