Yesterday I went to the library. Going to the library is one of my favorite things to do when I have time to really look around. This little book is really a short story put into book form. I started reading it yesterday while waiting for my hair appointment and finished it last night before we watched a movie. (free DVD "rental" from the library) This is a Christian fiction story and was such a sweet book about being thankful.
This is one of my favorite passages in the book: "The quilt was a picture and a story. It was a testimony to a time when pressures did not cry out for urgent things to be constantly tended to, when the world had not created a thousand different temptations pulling free time into a myriad of mindless activities. It told of values and patience and timeless meanings. It drew the person in. It spoke of comfort and rest. It soothed with the gentleness of a mother's kiss."
This described feelings for me that I could never describe for myself.... it explained, for me, why my heart is so drawn towards quilts. I have always loved quilts and quilters.... the simplicity of it all, yet the persistence and patience that it takes to reap the rewards of finishing and enjoying a quilt.