The “clean up” project prompted me to shift things around. The comforter would have eventually found its way to my bed “when I got ‘a round tuit’.” It has been packed for twenty years; it was too large for my twin bed.
My mother, Pearl Showalter Frantz, had a large wardrobe of polyester dresses (polyester was popular three decades ago). Some of my “genealogy cousins” made this comforter from the fabric in the dresses. I can look at the various squares and visualize my mother in that outfit. A pleasant memory.
The Comforter Comes
Meet me here my emotions run so wild.
Calm the heart of your frightened child.
Lord, this battle seems more than I can take.
Embrace me Lord as I’m about to break.
Rush of emotions to vast to contain.
Struggles surround like a drenching rain.
Draw me close to the calm of the cross.
Freedom I’ve gained much greater than my loss.
Father, I’m broken, Jesus hear my pleas.
I lay it down as I fall here on my knees.
I don’t know why You’ve brought me here.
There’s a plan I know, as You calm my fear.
This path has brought me closer Lord to You.
I know You hold me, You will see me through.