seams and patches.

            Our world consists of heartbreak. Everyday a tragedy happens, a dream is shattered, an idea blown out, and a love extinguished.  Life is a quilt and each stitch is made up of both happy and sad, of love and fear. Each trial, each mountain we climb is another patch. During the process of it all, while the quilt is still in pieces, it is hard to see the finished product, it is difficult to see how beautiful our quilt will be and how all the time and effort will pay off. But as we continue on and it comes together, hour-by-hour, it works out. And soon all the hours melt together and the days have passed and you’re done. You’re done and in your hands you hold your very own work of art, something you created. Every time you look at, every time you run your fingers across the seams and patches you remember the happy moments and the sorrowful ones and you smile, because though it was difficult, it is still beautiful.

In the scriptures it says” “And it came to pass . . .” not, “And it came to stay.”