
The Work of Hope
Hope is a force of God that enlivens us to life. We can easily miss the Read More
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Just the other day I ran into one of my husband’s former graduate students and was so touched when she told me how much her little girl loves the afghan that my mom made for her when her daughter was born. I began to think about how many afghans my mom has crocheted over the years. As hindsight is, of course, 20/20, I wish now that I had kept a journal of all those works of art . . . those labors of love that my sweet “Mudder” has created for so many special people in our lives over the years.
And now, as cold winter winds blow and rain and snow fall, I envision friends all over the world fending off the cold beneath one of mom’s beautiful creations. I think of all the newborn babies wrapped in one of mom’s blankets for their journey home. I think of treasured heirlooms now tucked away so that one day, little girls all grown up will lovingly take from their treasure box something that a dear lady lovingly known as Granny made especially for them a long time ago.
All across America, in Canada, Scotland, France, South Africa, Turkey, and China, there’s a bit of my sweet mom there, bringing splashes of glorious color and countless hours of warmth to so many dear souls.
And as I think of the countless glorious treasures around the world made by my mom, I am reminded that just as we can never possibly know how many homes are graced with the loving touch of my mom, we will never know how many lives we have touched and made a difference in by the kindnesses we have shown. Those gifts may not be crafted from yarn, wood, or paint on canvas. They may not be made of stone or brick and mortar. But they have left an indelible mark on their world just as surely as Betty Lynch leaves her loving touch on so many of us.
I like to think right now, as my sweet mom sleeps more and more and speaks less and less, that in her mind she is planning an afghan . . . selecting the perfect colors and favorite pattern to brighten someone’s life. That she lived her life in just that way gives me such peace that toward the end of her journey, she will do no less than make a difference while she’s here, while fixing those beautiful big brown eyes on home where the Light is leading the way and the Father waits to greet my precious Mom and welcome her home.