wrapped in grace

captured by beauty

Last night a friend commented on a stunning black and white quilt that highlights our sofa.

I found myself eager to tell the story of how this beautiful covering became mine.

I first learned of this quilt when I got a phone call telling me I had won it.

The phone call prompted many questions. What had I won? How could I have won when I didn’t enter any drawing? What does the quilt look like? What color is it? Who has the quilt now? Can I come and see it? Is it possible that it is really mine?

Here is how the story unfolded. My coworker/friend is a master craftsman at making quilts. They are displayed in many shows and are known for their beautiful designs and intricate work.

This friend made this quilt and donated it to a fundraiser for a multiple sclerosis. She then bought raffle tickets for the drawing and printed my name on the tickets.

With no knowledge of or involvement in this affair, my name was drawn and I became the owner of this quilt.

My friend then took this quilt, which she had made, home and called to tell me it was mine.

I love this quilt and I love this story. It is a story of amazing grace. I am the beneficiary of a gift that I have done nothing to earn.

With gratitude, I wrap this quilt around me and remember that I am covered by grace.