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With Every Act of Love

March 3, 2014March 3, 2014 / megsnotions / 8 Comments

With Every Act of Love

I was feeling kind of down tonight and decided to take a break from school and channel some energy into making this. Inspired by “With Every Act of Love” by Jason Gray.

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It’s officially spring here in the northern hemisphere. The weather and the landscape may not have caught up with that fact yet, but nonetheless, it is spring. This quilt was made by an ordinary woman in the 19th century. Little is known about her life, other than that she lost both of her parents when she was 14 and became her younger brothers' sole guardian a few years later after the death of her uncle and grandfather. The piece features approximately 12,000 pieces and countless careful stitches. It's hard to even fathom how many hours she dedicated to this project! She originally made this quilt to keep her and her husband warm on cold New England winter nights. Little did she know that it would someday be in a museum, where it can inspire makers in ways that this woman could never have imagined.  We are not alone, nor can we do everything on our own. Maple sap isn’t very sweet. Who would ever think that something like sap could become the delicious topping often poured over waffles or pancakes?  There is a special beauty in a partially frozen pond, and maybe some metaphors too.  Your hope is still the anthem of my soul. New poem; Swipe to read or check out the link in my bio.  Your testimony isn’t done. The average person breathes about 22,000 times a day—and each one of those breaths is a gift from God, the sustainer of all life. Whether or not we acknowledge it, our every word, our every move, our every act depends on this gift. Yet, most of the time, we don’t even think of our breathing. Oh, how we often take oxygen and the work of our lungs for granted and forget that these are gifts from above that enable every single thing we choose to do! We can do nothing on our own, apart from this gift.  On this day last year, I shared a poem that was really a riff on Psalm 23. The poem was inspired by a rekindled fondness for and study of the well-known psalm. Unbeknownst to me at the time, it was also the last poem I would write before my dad died a week later. With this psalm being so frequently quoted at funerals, the timing felt at least a little coincidental. Maybe it was indeed a coincidence or maybe it was another glimpse of God’s grace in my life, that I would be diving into that rich psalm right before entering one of the darkest valleys of my life.
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