Other quilts traced the pattern of my life: the one made of woolen suit samples from the country general store where Daddy worked before I was born; the one Mother had pieced from scraps of dresses (with matching bloomers) she had made for us; the wonderful many-colored one the ladies at George’s first church gave us when we moved into the manse fresh out of the seminary.
More than fifty years later I marveled at the beauty of the red, white and blue quilts crafted by loving hands and presented to grandson Peter and other patients at a military hospital.
My dear Aunt Minnie’s dedicated lifetime was reflected in her quilting. For years she had put together the pieces to form quilts for each beloved granddaughter. They were stored neatly on a closet shelf, each labor of love bearing a slip of paper with the recipient’s name penned to it. The gifts were to be given only after Aunt Minnie’s death - a love-sewn legacy.
It is God’s desire that good things, along with truth, be passed on to future generations:
“A good man leaves an inheritance to his children’s children.” Proverbs 13:22