Quilt of Holes

Foundation piecing. English paper piecing. Quilt.

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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

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 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 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.’

May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine

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