Today I wanted to share with you the last of the
three quilts sent to a set of three girls...
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I pulled out a quilt top that I actually had started
several years ago... and
until now, I didn't know how to finish it.
When I pulled it out of my closet, I prayed that it would
bring a little light to a really dark set of days.
You see, these three girls were the children
of a helicopter pilot that worked for our company.
His job was to fly workers from an oil rig
back to the mainland after their shifts were over.
This particular day, we received word that our pilot's
helicopter went down. We weren't sure of the outcome,
but the initial reports weren't promising.
Unfortunately, six out of twelve souls were lost that day.
This set of sisters lost a Daddy.
The thought of it all was overwhelming.
I can't promise tears didn't fall on these little quilts
and yet I just couldn't stop sewing.
I wanted to do something, and yet there was
nothing to do...not really.
In times like this I run to the Lord.
I prayed and ask
for Him to give them comfort, peace and for grace .
By the end of the weekend, all three quilts
were finished, wrapped and tied up in love.
My prayer was that they would provide
warmth and comfort and invisible hugs
all in the memory of their Daddy...
A friend to many, a husband to a sweet lady
that loved him dearly and the father of some
of the most precious little ones around.
I will carry them with me for the rest of
my life and continue to pray that they know
they are all loved beyond measure.
In Honor of Captain Jay.
You are loved and missed...