Fw: Quilt of Holes
> > 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 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 through!
> > May God bless you today and Forever
> > When there is nothing left but God that is when you find out that God is all you need.
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