Sunday, August 22, 2010
One of my oldest and dearest friends is Marla. I met her when our families worshiped at the same church several years ago.
When I was pregnant with Baby #2, my doctor suggested my labor be induced. Although I had delivered one baby before, being induced was kind of scarey to me. I could probably count on one finger the number of Christian friends I had at that time, and I wasn't even in touch with her in those days. As I thought about who can I call for prayer support, Marla came to my mind. Provident? Who knows; I am just glad for the way it turned out. We talked on the phone for almost an hour, and I found during that conversation that we were so much alike in so many ways. And so a friendship was born.
Our children were stair steps to each other in ages, so we went through the same trials of raising them in public education. One promise we made to each other was that should something happen to one of us, the other would make sure to keep in touch with the other's kids and see that they were taken to church and to encourage them as their mom would have. Thank God it never came to that.
Marla didn't work outside of their home. Her husband was involved in his family's business, and I envied the fact that she could stay home with her family. She did have a college education, but she never really had time to use it before the babies came along.
As there are potholes in every life's journey, she and her husband had their struggles. But then something happened that caused their marriage to completely fall apart. Suddenly she was left with no home, no husband, no money, and an almost worthless college degree.
Her next step was grad school to make that degree worth something. What should have been a two-year course ended up being three years for her as she had to have one refresher year first. So she buckled down, got herself a parttime job, and studied like crazy. In May she graduated with a 4.0 GPA and found herself a job. In a few weeks she will be moving to a new town.
When her graduation date was coming close, I went through my stack of unfinished quilt tops and chose this one for her. I used 30's prints and hand pieced the entire top. It has been machine stippled.
Congratulations, Marla! I'm so proud of all your accomplishments and your successes.
I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:14