“A little girl’s mother made the quilt to keep her warm when the snow came down, long ago.”
So begins The Quilt Story by Tony Johnston, which chronicles a little girl and her quilt. She uses the quilt to keep warm, to play tea party, as a gown, to hide under during hide-and-seek, and as a source of comfort when she is sick.
The family moves and the quilt goes too, the only piece of home the girl now has.
Eventually, the quilt is stored in the attic where mice, a raccoon, and a cat use it as a home.
One day a different little girl finds the quilt in the attic. Her mother patches it up for her and she then finds comfort from it in her daily life as well.
A great tale about how things made, bought, or given with love are our greatest treasure and source of comfort in times of change and can be our most prized possession.
Illustrated by Tomie dePaola this story is sure to stir fond memories of childhood.
I’ve been down again lately. For whatever reason. Not wanting to be here. Husband gone again. Dirty house. Etc.
So I cleaned the house. Still didn’t feel better. Read books with the kids. Moped basically.
Then the girls and I practiced the guitar.
Now I feel much better.
I have made this one of my goals: to learn to play along with my children.
This is my new passion to be honest. It’s become an obsession really. I played the other day until my wrist hurt that’s how bad I want this. And I’m very pain adverse. I practice until my fingers hurt (building calluses, ya know).
I didn’t think someone as old as I am could learn (not that I’m old but I’m definitely not 10 anymore). But it’s slowly taking shape.
I am determined to learn how to play My Savior My God by Aaron Shust, one of my favorite songs. The first time I heard it I remember thinking, That Intro would be cool to play.
Sometimes I think this new hobby is the only thing that is sustaining me. When I’m mopey, I get my guitar out and tinker around. I watch lessons online. Just to distract myself.
I’ve always wanted to play an instrument but since I grew up with a single mom I never had the opportunity. Now I do. And I intend to succeed this time around.
Not that it’ll be easy. Especially for someone as musically-challenged as I am. But I will give it my all and see how good I can get.
I have this new dream of being a worship leader or something crazy like that.
One never knows, do they? Not until you try.