“Grammy,” Katy asked curiously, “what are you doing with this raggedy mess?” Standing in front of the open front door with her hands tucked inside her sweater pockets, she scanned the sofa. Mounds of multi-colored scraps of fabric covered it end to end. She reached over to feel between her fingers a bright blue silky tag that jutted out in her direction.

“I’m working,” Gram replied with a smile of experience as she relaxed in her recliner while sewing, her walker propped against the end table. “Just wait until you see the finished product,” she commented offering anticipation to her little observer.

Elaine entered the house, her hands full of a large plastic-wrapped autumn bouquet. The plastic crinkled as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

“Morning, Mom,” she greeted Gram, “where should I put these?”
“There a vase in the glass cabinet,” Gram informed her, “thank you, Darlin’.” Katy took off her sweater, tied it around her waist and sat in the heirloom chair watching her grandmother work.

Katy watched Gram sew scrap after scrap of asymmetrical fabric in to the quilt’s unsightly underside. Tangled and mismatched burgundy, brown, gold, green and blue

Fabric loot from the show fragments protruded chaotically in every direction on the underside looking like one big mistake.

Above her glasses, Gram’s gray curls bounced as she tied off with a yank another scrap. Peering over the top of her reading glasses, her blue eyes softened watching Katy fondle the scraps of colorful fabric heaped on the sofa.

“So many colors!” Katy exclaimed, feeling a few more of the varying scraps. “Some are smooth and some are rough,” she said, inspecting them one by one with curiosity.
“It takes all kinds,” Gram agreed, reaching over and choosing another piece to incorporate into the masterpiece.
“How long until you finish?” Katy inquired, her wide eyes scanning the material.
“Takes time, but the reward is worth it,” Gram replied gently, sewing patiently.
“Will you be done by Christmas, Grammy?” she asked excitedly.
“I’ll be done in due time,” she answered expectantly. “How’s second grade?”
“Fine,” Katy said, “we’re gonna go on a field trip to the Aquarium.”
“That’s great,” Gram commented with satisfaction.
“Gram?” Katy asked, “What are you gonna do with this when you finish?” Gram paused, pursing her pale lips in deep thought. Katy waited for her answer.

“We can put it on your bed if you’d like,” Gram whispered glancing up at Katy.
“Wow, Gram!” she exclaimed clenching her fists over bent knees. “You mean it?!” She took off for the kitchen running headlong into the back of her mother who was carefully arranging the flowers in a crystal vase.

“Mom!” she shouted with a smile, “Gram said I can have it when she’s done!” She hugged her mom tightly from behind. Elaine turned around and hugged back.
“Mom?” Elaine called looking toward the direction of the den with her arms around her daughter, “you sure about that?”
“Yes, Darlin’,” Gram reassured her, sewing on another scrap.

Elaine smiled with great appreciation. She hugged Katy tighter and lowered her head to whisper in her ear, “It’s gonna look so pretty!” Katy burst with excitement and broke loose running back into the den. Her mom followed her.
“Gram?” Katy asked,” Can I have a peek? Pretty please?”
Gram paused from sewing and removed her glasses positioning them on top of her head. Her blue eyes met Katy’s. A grin slowly snuck on Grams’ lips.
“Aww, come on over here,” Gram replied piercing the needle and thread through the corner of the quilt and dropping it in her lap. Holding out her arms she announced matter-of-factly, “I’ll first need a hug.” Katy immediately leaned over and wrapped her small arms up around Gram’s droopy neck while Gram’s feeble arms embraced Katy.
“Mmm-maa,” Katy mouthed giving her a sideways kiss behind the ear. She backed up next to her mom readying herself for the presentation.

Her grandmother reached out grabbing two adjacent sides of the tangled quilt. She flipped it over dramatically exposing the partially finished side letting it spill from her lap on to the floor in front of them. A stunning treasure chest of well-ordered brightly colored gems lay at their feet.
“Wow! …Graam!” Katy exclaimed in a near whisper, her mouth falling open. She stepped back in awe to get a better view covering her mouth with both hands.
“Mom, that’s just beautiful,” Elaine spoke in awe. She knelt to run her hand gently across the varying complimentary textures. “Who would have ever guessed?” she uttered.

“Surprises are worth waiting for,” Gram concluded with a wink. Back over in to her lap she quickly flipped the quilt completely concealing its splendor. She loosed her needle and thread from the tangled corner and reached over to the sofa to select another fragment of mismatched fabric.

1 Corinthians 2:9
However, as it is written:
“What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived the things God has prepared for those who love him

2 Corinthians 13:12
For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

2 Corinthians 4:18
So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.

2 Corinthians 5:7
For we live by faith, not by sight

Romans 8:28
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

About ashleydwille

Author Ashley D. Wille was always searching for spiritual answers. “True and lasting satisfaction always proved just out of reach. Now, in midlife, I have come to find my soul satiated in God. Through sweet surprises, difficult climbs, and excruciating valleys, the Master’s hand has shaped me. All along the way, God has taught me many things. What He has taught me most is that many of my beliefs about Him were wrong.” Her book, My Journey Through the Cross, is a personal insight shared by an amazing woman. Through her profound experiences and inner struggles, Wille shows how she was able to break through false layers of thinking and move into a deeper relationship with God. Her beautiful journey is just waiting to be shared. If you are ready to live your life free of guilt and shame, you too can learn how to walk in spiritual freedom.
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