It's hard to believe that Christmas will be over in a week and a new year will begin in two. Despite all the uncertainty and downright horrid events of this past year that have left so many people in our country with heavy hearts, empty pocketbooks and a constant uncertainty about the future, the presidential election in November gave us patriots the best possible gift we could ever hope for. Like many of you, I spent September and October praying for a positive outcome and yet silently preparing financially, physically, emotionally and spiritually for what the fake news outlets proclaimed was a tight race where the outcome could never be accurately predicted.
But my nervousness changed to sorrow and unbelief as Hurricane Helene struck with such savage rage along the southern part of our eastern border decimating entire towns, killing untold numbers and leaving carnage everywhere.. More trustworthy news sources immediately began reporting what one would never hear by turning on the television or looking at the most well-known Internet sites. While I am still waiting for positive confirmation, what I learned made perfect sense since I awakened from the media-induced brainwashing imposed by the global elite and their cronies two years ago. That said, it came as no surprise that Direct Energy Weapons could easily have been used to manipulate this event just as they had done in the Maui, California and Canadian fires, along with the other world catastrophes that were blamed on climate change instead of diabolic human interference.
Nor did the fact that a profitable lithium mine lay at the epicenter of this manmade tragedy. A mine VP Harris had secured a fat government grant to open as quickly as possible and one her husband had obtained massive shares in just days before the entire town at its base was destroyed. Human greed and inhumane acts of treachery, treason and cowardliness have always been part of civilizations, but shooting people because they wouldn't leave the remains of their homes and preventing rescue efforts and much-needed supplies from being distributed in our own country nearly broke my heart. Learning that organizations like FEMA and Red Cross were complicit in these actions wasn't a surprise either, but it certainly solidified my beliefs about giving to charities where donations end up where they were supposed to go.
But I digress from what I really want to say and why I have been absent from posting anything for over two months. Besides having a broken heart I was far too busy to think about anything other than the monumental task I set for myself. It was something I had never anticipated doing, but it was also something that has truly changed my heart and how I feel about worldly possessions and spending so much time worrying about, or searching for them. This journey began a few days after the first reports came from North Carolina outlining what so many people were facing. On one side of a split-screen Fox News report was the picture of a young black woman and on the other her two newborn twin daughters who had been swept away in the flooding. Having lost every baby I tried to carry, my heart went out to her. Within minutes those tender feelings, brought on by a prompting I couldn't ignore, turned into a plan for action..
In my basement closet was a stack of fabric I had been collecting over the years to use for baby quilts for my posterity. Since my two grandchildren will not need 30 or 40 quilts for the children I hope they will someday have, I decided that with the purchase of batting and 20 or so yards for backing I could make 40 quilts to donate. I went to the fabric store the next day where they just happened to be having a forty percent off sale on batting. I bought 20 yards and then picked up some plain fabric at Walmart since it was cheaper there. I cut and stacked everything and even cut squares for patchwork tops I would sew together from leftover scraps. I was feeling such a high that I went back three days later to buy more supplies.
That was just the beginning of my journey. With each knot tied or each stitch put in around the edges for binding I felt my heart grow a little softer. I had no idea if the quilts I was making would go to my sisters in North Carolina and their little ones who had been left with nothing or to some mother in a third world country I had never heard of. But I liked thinking about babies being swaddled in warm blankets and laying their mother's arms feeling safe, loved and secure. I worked hours each day for over two weeks before I shared what I was doing with someone else. That sister suggested that I open up my project to other women in our church and see what the reaction was. I'm certainly glad I did.
I hosted a work day where four quilts were tied and two others partially done. I also received donations of batting for 20 quilts and fabric for 10. One sister offered to help bind. She had never done it before and I had to completely redo the first two as she struggled to figure out how to do a blind stitch with the proper tension. She ended up completing five before telling me it just wasn't her cup of tea. Two teenage girls wanted to learn how to do it so I worked with them on that.
I was so busy during the month of October I didn't have time to worry about the election. Each quilt completed made me want to do more, so I did. And I didn't worry about where the money would come from because God was providing all I needed, along with the physical strength and resiliency to complete my task. I wanted to turn them in to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints Humanitarian Center in Salt Lake City, Utah where I knew they would go to people in need since they are always the first charitable organization to respond to a disaster anywhere in the world.
But I had to postpone my original date of completion by 10 days because my project continued to grow. Every time I went to the store I would look at fabric and feel the need to purchase more. I was truly lost in my service to people I would never meet and I had never felt better, regardless of the fact that my hands and back where throbbing most of the time from overuse. I simply couldn't give up until I knew the time was right. That time came the week after Thanksgiving when I had completed 80 quilts on my own---double what I had promised myself I would do.
When I finally called the center to tell them I was ready to come, I had 100 quilts to donate--two of them queen size that a local elementary school had done as part of a Thanksgiving activity. Another sister I had never met added 132 crocheted hats and 26 pairs of gloves. It was hard to keep the tears back as a friend and I loaded her car to the max for our drive to Salt Lake City. I felt my heart would burst as I walked into that center and saw pictures of our Savior on the walls and verses of scriptures and other positive thoughts on the walls everywhere. The feeling of peace and calm in a world filled with so much chaos and turmoil was almost overwhelming. And I knew in that moment that any act of service we give will be multiplied exponentially upon us.
I've tried to keep that feeling alive the last couple of weeks as I've prepared for Christmas. Baking treats for neighbors and making sure people within my circle of influence who have needs receive some of the help and comfort they need has given me a new appreciation for the life and gift of our Savior, Jesus Christ. How grateful I am for his birth in that stable so many years ago, for the shepherds who came to worship him and the Wisemen who kept his whereabouts a secret. The love and devotion of his earthy parents in protecting him from evil rulers and giving him guidance as he grew will remain somewhat of a mystery during this life. But as a parents I know there is nothing I would not do for one of my children or grandchildren, and I know they felt the same way about no sacrifice being too much.
I will never fully understand the true majesty of the Christ child's ultimate gifts. Eternal life, the chance to earn forgiveness for sins and live with our Heavenly Father and earthly family again are too all-encompassing for my finite mind to comprehend, but my appreciation for such gifts grows each day as I study more about his life. I want to KNOW him when I kneel before him one day, not just know about him.
How grateful I am for this Christmas season, despite certain parts of my life not being what I wished they could be. Sorrow and joy are opposites and I'm here to experience both. That's why tonight I'm taking dinner into a family I met on Sunday. The mother had back surgery a couple of weeks ago and her 38 year-old sister died unexpectedly last week. She's in a lot of pain and my hands are the ones Jesus has for this task.
May you feel Christ's love is my Christmas wish for each of you. He will walk with you if you ask him to and carry you when you need it. He will always be your best friend offering hope, comfort and help. What a glorious season this is and how lucky we are to have it.