|Hello! My name is Martha and I live in Hillsdale, La. Here in Louisiana we like to give friends and visitors just a little something extra. It's called "lagniappe". That's me on the left with my best friend in Breaux Bridge. She and I like to visit places of interest here in our home state.|
|I am a little embarrassed to admit that I lost my first page while helping someone else build their pages. But what the heck, it was time for a new look anyway. It is taking me a little longer to re-create them, than I thought, so bear with me. I had to have throat surgery in January 2002 and I haven't had a great deal of time to spend on my pages.
But I do appreciate all my visitors and I hope that you will enjoy this page and click below to visit my other pages. You will find a little bit of everything I enjoy and feel passionate about as you travel my sight. From gardening to quilts, friends to causes, I have enjoyed making these pages so much.
|"Until you value yourself, you won't value your time. Until you value your time, you will not do anything with it."
~M. Scott Peck, M.D. ~
|As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with all the other souls. Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in many piles. An Angel sat before each of us sewing our squares together into a quilt that was our life. But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares were. They were filled with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in everyday life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all.
I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other quilts were filled with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened. My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air.
Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light, the scrutiny of truth. The others rose, each in turn, holding up their quilts. So filled their lives had been. My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise. My gaze dropped to the ground in shame.
I hadn't had all the earthly fortunes. I had had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been trials of illness and death. I had had to start over many times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again. I spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life.
And now, I had to face the truth and accept my life for what it had been. I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light. An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who stared at me with wide eyes. Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me.
Light flooded the many holes, creating an image, the face of Christ. Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in his eyes. He said,
"Every time you gave over your life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles. Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until there was more of Me than there was of you."
May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through.
|The author of this piece is unknown to me, but it is wonderful and so true.|
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