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    sharing a quilting story I wrote awhile back

    A QUILT FROM CREATION © Vickey Stamps (1980's?) She’d been busy... It was a good kind of busy and it helped her burn the energy, that was a big part of her role as a young wife and mother. She’d helped her husband get off to work and the kids to school. Now she soothed herself with a cup of coffee, thinking out the day ahead, and how she would fill it. It felt empty without the family. She would do the usual washing and cleaning. She’d have to find time for some baking, and if time allowed, she needed to go shopping... It seemed like only moments ago, that she’d slowed down long enough for a bit to eat. Looking at the wall clock, she realized it had been hours already. She reached out and grabbed a couple of cookies, lying on a nearby platter. A pan of freshly mixed chocolate milk, simmered, on the stove. It was her children's favorite drink. They’d be home soon. It was ready when they arrived. While some might find it boring, she never tired of the ritual. They would be eager to shed the coats and boots, hanging them on hooks beside the door. They seemed as if they always looked forward to the welcoming time of hot chocolate and cookies, shared with her. The school day came into their conversation. They let her live it with them, trying to out talk each other. At last they wound down. She got them settled at the small kitchen table for doing their homework. It would not be long before their dad got home, and dinner on the table that once held homework. What a nice part of the day that always was for her. They had so many blessings here in their little home. She knew all were not blessed as she was. The Lord lived in this home. Short of heaven and despite the expected trials that always lay in wait, just around the corner, it didn’t get any better than this. While her family was busy, she went into her special room. It was her quilting room. Against the far wall, in end, to end, cubicles, were neatly folded fabrics. The old sewing machine that her grandmother had taught her to quilt on, when she wasn’t much older than her little Sara, held its own place of honor. She had treasured those moments with Grandma. She missed her so much. Some days held more memories than other days. None of the things called 'crafting' had appealed to her mother, but her grandmother had filled in that gap. She hoped her daughter would ask her to teach her how to sew someday. Perhaps they could develop some of those wonderful memories together. She lovingly touched several of the different fabrics. She wanted to make a new quilt, but hadn’t decided just how she wanted it to look. All of a sudden, images began to fill her mind. Sometimes that was the way a quilt design came to her. Now the ideas began to bounce around in her head, sorting themselves out. She saw in her mind, a cascade of falling water. The water fell from a high area, plummeting onto small boulders and rocks. She knew that, had the image been real, the water would hold great force. It would change and polish whatever it hit, and over a period of time, the polished surfaces would become smoother and more beautiful. She imagined herself like the boulders beneath the falling of the water, polished with repeated impact, by the Master's hands. She’d put in fabrics that could pass as bits of waterfall colors, with their colors of rust, greens, blues and whites. Some of the waterfall would not plummet, but rather trickle down, and around, into even smaller rocks and pebbles, in the quilt in her mind, the quilt she would make. She could picture the quilt 'coming to life.' Perhaps, a curious squirrel, would watch from a branch. Below it, perhaps a sparrow, would feed on the feasts growing on the ground. Each water drop would have its place, she thought. She’d let the Lord plant the seeds. She’d do the earthly work that would make the quilt picture, for their home. Perhaps she would search out and find some light gray fabric, along with some darker scraps. Those could be for the premature hints of gray in her husband’s dark hair. The almost, rusty brown, of her son’s hair, would need its own fabric. The sandy banks would be made of material almost the color of her daughter’s hair and her own. She’d use a brown to match her husband and son’s eyes. That blue over there in the corner, would be the sky and match her daughters eyes. Her own were hazel. She would fit that in somewhere. She’d let herself be guided. She would have to cut and appliqué at least one tree. She'd place it in such a way, it would be leaning, because of the winds, laying over the waters and the bank. Here and there, would be random with riotous clumps of wildflowers. They would represent the brighter colors of the world. She’d position them to look as if they danced together in unseen breezes. Was that a breeze through the slightly raised window in its frame, or only the memory of a babies kiss on her cheek? The quilt would be a fabric picture of nature. Yes indeed, it would be a quilt representing a small portion of God’s days of creation. That's how she would name it. Giggles found their way into the room. The kids must have finished their homework, or became distracted. Perhaps tomorrow she would begin the quilt. She could hardly wait. Now, it was time for her to be with her children. In just a few more minutes she would hear her husband’s car door shut. She would watch through the windows as he came to the door. She knew he would wear weariness on his face. It, as always, would fade aware to be replaced with the joy he always found waiting at home. How she loved her family. She gave some nearby fabric a tender pat, and walked into the next moment. She thought her family was a multi-fabric quilt in human form... They made a very good quilt. LIFE WAS GOOD
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    Nice, I enjoyed reading your story very much! Thank you for sharing!
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    thanks for your reply. I'm glad you liked the story I wrote.
    "Greater is He that is in me, then he that is in the world"

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    I enjoyed it too.

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    me too. Isn't that just the way life is?

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    What a lovely story. It made me feel like I was looking in the window at that precious family. Thank you for sharing.
    "You must do the thing you think you cannot do"....E. Roosevelt

    Sharon
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    Thank you all for your replies. I'm working on dolls number 92 and 93 now for the sick kids, but that is a seperate topic. Hope all are well and happy.

    I'm glad you liked my story.
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    You are a good writer! Keep it up, as we all enjoyed this one. Are you published.....yet? At the very least, save your collected writings for your family.

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