I've been putting off this post. Putting it off because I wasn't exactly sure where to begin. Words, they just aren't enough.
I was hoping to tell this story with photographs, but I'm not sure those are enough, either.
This? This is big Heart Stuff. My-Heart-Is-Brimming-and-I-Don't-Know-How-to-Describe-It stuff.
Elizabeth sewed this quilt for my Posy. I do believe it's the very first quilt Elizabeth has ever made. And she made it for my Posy-Pie.
It's Posy's first quilt, too, and it's fitting, this. That her very first quilt would be stitched painstakingly by the same loving soul who prayed her into the world.
It was Elizabeth who, not so long ago, listened on the other end of the phone line and heard my heart ache and sob. It was she who comforted, who prayed, who told me to get down on my knees and give thanks, abiding.
"I still think you'll have more babies," she told me. She was so confident.
There will be no more babies. And I heaved up that cross to trundle on.
She was right.
And so with the same loving care that she prayed this little miracle right into my life, she stitched her heart into these bits of fabric. They are held together with a love that threads its way through quilts and hearts with bewildering faith and unflagging friendship.
And we? We are grateful.
Grateful for her and for for this love-stitched quilt that reminds us of the gifts God grants when we least expect them.
It was made by hand, yes. But even more so, it was made by heart.
Thank you, sweet Elizabeth. I love you.