Quilt of Holes
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> As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord
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> along with all the other souls.
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> Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in
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> many piles; an angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt
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> squares together into a tapestry that is our life.
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> But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed
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> How ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled
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> with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my
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> life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations
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> I was faced with in every day life. I saw hardships that I
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> endured, which were the largest holes of all.
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> I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a
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> tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with
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> rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon
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> my own life and was disheartened.
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> My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together,
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> threadbare and empty, like binding air.
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> Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up
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> to the light, the scrutiny of truth. The others rose; each in turn,
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> holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been.
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> My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise.
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> My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn't had all the
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> earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there
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> had also been trials of illness, and wealth, and false accusations
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> that took from me my world, as I knew it. I had to start over
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> many times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit,
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> only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again.
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> I spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and
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> guidance in my life. I had often been held up to ridicule,
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> which I endured painfully, each time offering it up to the
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> Father in hopes that I would not melt within my skin beneath
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> the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me.
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> And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I
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> had to accept it for what it was.
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> I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light.
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> An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others
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> who stared at me with wide eyes.
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> Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many
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> holes, creating an image, the face of Christ. Then our Lord stood
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> before me, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said, "Every time
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> you gave over your life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and
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> My struggles.
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> Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let
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> Me shine through, until there was more of Me than there was of you."
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> May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine
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> through! Please share this with someone you love, care about or even
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> someone who needs Jesus in their heart. They may scoff, but at least
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> the seed has been planted, and God will do the rest. May God bless
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> you today and Forever!
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