The room is a chilly 65 degrees. It’s super dark. There are half a dozen heavy blankets on the bed. This, my friends, is my classic formula for a wonderful night of sleep.
Recently, my husband was asking for Christmas present suggestions and I casually mentioned that I wanted to try the weighted blankets. (Have you seen these blankets?!??!?! They are 20 or 40 pounds and lull you to sleep like you are an infant rocking in your momma’s arms!)
He looked at me, as though I’d threatened to cut off his pinky toe. He responded, “You don’t need a weighted blanket. You have THE quilt.”
THE quilt is my favorite quilt. THE quilt is large enough to cover a full bed, but just a tad too big for a twin bed. THE quilt needs febreze frequently, as it’s way past the washing machine phase. THE quilt probably weighs about 40 pounds. And yes, I have THE quilt.
The quilt was first sewn in the late 1800s by my great-great-grandmother in a small farming community of Wisconsin. It was originally sewn from worn-out garments and was the definition of a “patchwork” quilt.
In 1920, my great grandmother sewed over that quilt with another layer of worn-out garments and scraps of fabric. She tried her best to find feminine colors, as this quilt then became my grandmother’s quilt. My grandmother recovered the quilt when she got married and again when she had my Aunt.
By 1950, the quilt was passed to my mom as her baby blanket with another layer added. My mom added her own crazy quilt patchwork layer in the late 1960s, as she headed off to college. She recovered it again in 1975 as my first blanket. She taught me to sew and let me recover the quilt when I was 10 years old. After joining the military, I recovered the quilt again.
In 2013, I recovered the quilt one more time. But this time, I could not help but really concentrate on the love and history in this blanket. The last four generations of my mom’s family have added to this blanket, simply by covering it up with another layer. That concentration translated to an insatiable curiosity about what the layers-upon-layers looked like. Could I touch fabric that my great-grandmother had sewn?
As I sewed the new covering, I thought about generational blessings. I understand that the phrase “generational blessings” is not overtly found in scripture; however, there is evidence of how generations are blessed throughout the years.
Think about Matthew 1:1, where we see the genealogy of Jesus Christ, the son of David, the son of Abraham. This is a verse that presents evidence of Jesus being the seed of Abraham. While it does not say, “you will be blessed through all the previous generations,” it does indicate that we are indeed blessed by generational lineage. A lineage that created the provision of the perfect Son of God, who came solely to die for us. That is a generational blessing, indeed.
With scriptures in mind, I paused to give thanks to the Lord for that blessing and for providing a way to heaven through His Son. I also gave praise to a family of women who were resourceful in getting supplies to sew a quilt over 100 years ago.
And then I carefully cut through a seam in the middle of the quilt covering from when I was 19 and 10 years old. I cut through the quilt seam of my early childhood to my mom’s college years. I cut through another seam and another seam…all through the years until I came to the very first thin layer of well worn-garments that was first sewn in the late 1800s.
It was dingy grey and threadbare. Paper thin to the point I thought it may fall apart in my hands. The tiny hand sewn stitches still holding fast after a century. As I sat looking at the seamstress work of my great-grandmother, I cried tears of happiness to have seen the center of the quilt.
I put a few loose stitches into each layer of the quilt and finally slipped the newest cover onto the old, yet still new, quilt. A quilt of generational blessings. THE quilt.
What family heirlooms that make your heart cry and smile in the same breath? Come tell us at the porch…
“For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.” ~Psalm 100:5 (NIV)