If you read my blog at all or perhaps follow me on instagram you have surely seen the quilt. And it’s no secret that I love the quilt. If you told me I could only grab five things as I ran out of my burning house, the quilt would be one of those things. We have several quilts in our home that we have been blessed to inherit, but this one is my favorite.
I had hoped that one day it would be ours. I have admired it for years as it had a place on a spare bed in my mother-in-law’s house. It is from the 1930s, hand stitched (hand stitched, people) by Darin’s great-grandma. And unlike the other 1930s quilts we have which are frayed and in need of some repair, this one is in impeccable condition. I must have proclaimed my love for it frequently, because several months ago my mother-in-law surprised me and brought it up for us to have. I could have cried.
I think the reason I adore these quilts so much is because they are a tangible piece of our family’s history. Most of them were made from flour and feed sacks and whatever small pieces of fabric that might have been leftover. In the Depression Era these quilts were made to keep families warm when blankets were a luxury.
I love that nothing was wasted back then. I love that Darin’s great-grandma hand made this beautiful heirloom to care for her family. I love cuddling underneath it with my own kids. It reminds me of where we came from and God’s provision even when it seems like we don’t have enough. You may think what you have are just scraps and won’t be useful, but He’ll transform them into something beautiful. And He will provide warmth and comfort for years to come.
The quilt now rests over a chair in our work in progress reading room. It’s one of the first things people see when they walk into our home and I love that.