WHEN LIFE GOES CRAZY…QUILT IT…yolanthaism
a wounded woman
be in peace
…as a little girl after I was punished I had to sit on the cedar chest in the hallway until I stopped crying and sniffling. As horrible as the whippin’ felt (back then a parent could beat a child senseless and not go to jail) the best part of the corporal punishment was that on the cedar chest rested a crazy quilt. Even through my tears I loved looking at that crazy quilt. It was beautifully embellished with embroidery and buttons and beads that paraded along the seams and adorned the patches in such a way that it calmed my heart and put me at peace. So today as a woman, when life goes crazy, I have learned to quilt it…embellish it with forgiveness, adorn it with praise and keep it seamed with service.
I am…therefore I quilt…yolanthaism