Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Quilt Holes

Quilt of Holes
Author: Unknown
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
every day 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 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 wealth, 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

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!

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Life is in the Dash

Life is in  the dash. Do you know what dash I mean? I am talking about the dash that goes between your birth date and the date of your death?  What are people going to say about your dash?  Is your dash full of passion? Vigor? Hope? Compassion? Excitement? Adventure? Good Morals? Friendship? Love? Hate? Dread? Hopelessness?  A walk with Christ? Christless? Lonely? Happy? Sad?  Healthy? Sick? Helpful?  Caring?  Contented? What can be said about your dash? What you like said about your dash?

In James 4:14 the Bible tells us "Where as you do not know what will happen tomorrow what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away."  With what little time we have determine how you want dash to be remembered.  

This is a picture of Sgt. Alvin C. York's grave. He was a distant relative of my husband. His dash was known for his bravery during war time. His struggle over  going  to war because of killing other humans. His gift of giving back to the county in which he  was from by providing a high school to the area known as the York Institute.
My plan for this post didn't necessarily mean to tie in with Memorial day. But it wound up doing so. I just meant to demonstrate the dash of our lives.  I hope my dash is as meaningful in some way. I pray yours is as well. We may not  be military war heroes for our  nation. But we are in fight every day for the souls of our children, grandchildren, friends, and neighbors.  Are we good soldiers for the cause of Christ?    Linda  1960 -

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

When Things Aren't Going as Planned

When things aren't going as planned, how do you handle it? Today, on my way to a doctor's appointment, I heard this song on the  radio. It was very appropriate. Things are not following my plans for my life. But they are following my Master's plan.  I am not sure if things are something to be concerned about or not but He is giving me the grace for this day.And I am bowing my knee to His purpose and plan.

There are moments on our journey following the Lord
Where God illumines ev’ry step we take.
There are times when circumstances make perfect sense to us,
As we try to understand each move He makes.
When the path grows dim and our questions have no answers, turn to Him.
*Bow the knee;
Trust the heart of your Father when the answer goes beyond what you can see.
Bow the knee;
Lift your eyes toward heaven and believe the One who holds eternity.
And when you don’t understand the purpose of His plan,
In the presence of the King, bow the knee. 
There are days when clouds surround us, and the rain begins to fall,
The cold and lonely winds won’t cease to blow.
And there seems to be no reason for the suffering we feel;
We are tempted to believe God does not know.
When the storms arise, don’t forget we live by faith and not by sight. 
*Bow the knee;
Trust the heart of your Father when the answer goes beyond what you can see.
Bow the knee;
Lift your eyes toward heaven and believe the One who holds eternity.
And when you don’t understand the purpose of His plan,
In the presence of the King, bow the knee.

  Listen to the song here.