"Lo, Children Are An Heritage of the LORD: and the Fruit of the Womb is His Reward" - Psalm 127:3
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
My Grandma's Quilt
I was so happy when my mom decided to give me a quilt her mother had made. It doesn't fit any of the beds at her house, but I never dreamed it would fit my king size bed. I think it was probably meant for a queen, but it works pretty well for the king. It's definitely long enough. It was made back in the day when people rolled their pillows in their quilt, so it's extra long. It drags the floor a bit at the foot. The only place it isn't quite as big as a king would be are on the sides. But I'm not picky. I love it.
It is entirely done by hand - embroidered motifs, hand pieced and hand quilted. I can't imagine how many hours she must have put into this quilt. And knowing my grandmother, I'm sure she made one for each of her five kids. I remember one year for Christmas she gave each of her grandkids a crocheted afghan. At the time she would have had 9 grandchildren. All of them were different, suited to each child. Mine was a ripple pattern done in varying shades of purple - a color I was so in love with that the carpet in my room was purple when I was a teen. I still have the afghan.
I'm a born again believer in my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ the Son of God. I am a very happily married wife and a homeschooling mom of five of the greatest kids in the world. We live in a little mountain town in Wyoming, which we love. I enjoy reading and studying God's Word, homeschooling my treasures from Heaven, sewing and doing all sorts of crafts.
Shelter~"That which covers or defends from injury or annoyance. The state of being covered and protected; protection; security. He that defends or guards from danger. To cover from violence, injury, annoyance or attack. To defend; to protect from danger; to secure or render safe; to harbor."
"The Bible calls debt a curse and children a blessing; but in our culture, we apply for a curse and reject blessings. Something is wrong with this picture." Doug Phillips
Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. Psalm 127:3
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow... For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow... So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep... I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep!!
You may have tangible wealth untold: Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I you can never be - I had a Mother who read to me. ~ Stricklan Gillilan