Remember my love of dolls? Well, thirteen years ago my hobby was cross stitching. As I thumbed through my newest cross stitch magazine, there was a blanket in there for a doll. I just had to have it. I picked out my fabrics, bought the DMC flosses that I needed and I began to make the blanket for a daughter I just knew I was going to have someday. It took many hours. When I finished the blanket, I loved it. I even displayed it hanging over a little antique chair in our apartment living room. It was there just a couple of weeks when one day, it became one of my most treasured items.
Easter Sunday on April 7, 1996, my bare legs caught some burning alcohol. I quickly did the whole stop, drop, and roll thing. I quickly stood up and still saw flames coming from my legs. I knew I needed to smother the flames. But with what? Out the corner of my eye, I saw my little quilt that I had just finished and had put countless hours in. It's amazing what can go through your mind in about one second. How could I? That was supposed to be for a future daughter. Then I noticed myself grabbing the blanket and swatting then smothering the flames from my legs. The flames were finally gone.
While in the hospital after a few days, D told me of my little heirloom blanket. He was hesitant to tell me about it because it had been ruined. He told me that it had been badly burned. Even though I felt bad about the blanket and wondered about it's condition, I could hardly feel bad knowing that it had saved my legs. I knew that my daughter would someday appreciate the little quilt and the patches that would cover the burned areas.
Several days later I returned home. As I slowly walked into my apartment with my crutches, I saw my blanket. It was beautiful. It was a miracle. I couldn't believe how minimal the damage was. I knew that it was a tender mercy from the Lord that my heirloom blanket had been saved.
I now have two daughters. Who to give it to? I don't know. I do know this. Someday, it will be displayed hanging over a little antique chair again in their bedroom. They will learn to love the doll blanket just as I have. They will know that it symbolizes love of a mother and love of a Heavenly Father.