She was a woman who didn’t obsess about a little dirt on her floor. After all, clean floors don’t tell the story of who’s coming and going, or the work the family was able to do outside.
But you would be hard pressed to find dust on her Bible during her later years. That book was moved, used, read, and internalized. Mamaw left a profound impact on not only my life, but also on my perspective on life in general.
I remember walking into my dad’s camper a few years ago, intrigued by the aging quilt across his bed. I recognized the handiwork—it was Mamaw’s. My kids have been cuddled up with her makings for years. Although they have never met their great-grandma, they’ve heard many stories about her.
A Reminder of my Heritage
The quilt instantly reminded me of my heritage. You see, I come from a long line of hard-working women. However, this blanket looked different from others she had made. My dad told me that Mamaw sewed it from her husband’s overalls after his clothes had seen their better days. The woman wasted nothing.
Now years later, the covering smelled like the woods. Dad spent days hunting and roughing it and then lay down to rest at night under my grandma’s gift. Something in me didn’t like seeing the quilt dirty, stained and torn. I wanted to preserve it. Clean it and hang it somewhere so I could remember her. For a moment, I wanted to display it, so that it could be seen, to keep memories alive of the woman I miss so much.
My grandma would roll over in her grave if she knew that thought. The quilt— stained, torn, imperfect as it may be—is doing exactly what it was designed to do. Its destruction is what makes it beneficial. And she would help me understand that her quilts were made as illustrations of the way God intends for us to live: “Whoever seeks to preserve his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life will keep it.” —Luke 17:33
God says that if you want your life to last (particularly beyond the years you have left on earth), you have to “lose” it. The Scripture literally means “let it be destroyed.” We have to suffer, whether in big or small ways, in order to store up treasures in heaven. We have to turn away from disregarding the things of God in order to enjoy the things God made. We have to resist our own ways of understanding in order to have the rest God intended. We give of ourselves in order to gain the relationships God designed for us. We resign our control in order to retain self-control.
We have to be USED in order to be USEFUL.
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