Love Is In the Stitches

Many years ago my mother found herself situation that was no longer safe for her children. It became necessary to leave our home with less than 24 hours notice. We packed one suitcase each and literally slipped out of the house in the middle of the night. The family stayed with a ward member overnight and then began a journey to another state where family members could care for us. My grandmother had a vacant unfurnished rental property in Idaho where we could stay. Imagine the shock for 4 children born and raised in California to experience winter cold and snow for the first time.
It was then that our family became acqauinted with the Bishops Storehouse. I can still remember the Peanut Butter that wasn't like the Skippy we were raised on and strawberry jam that came in a can. Also beef stew that was really very tasty.
However, the thing I remember most from that time was when the missionaries came to our home and brought with them three quilts for our family to use.
These were not cheap blankets from a discount store meant for getting by but beautifully pieced and hand quilted comforters in the true sense of the word. The quilts are long gone but the gift of love and compassion is still powerfully etched in my memory. At a very stressful point in my life, someone cared for our family. The love was in the stitches.