My grandmother made wonderful crazy quilts. They weren't elaborate artistic endeavors like the quilt pictured above, but rather were born out of practicality - the need to keep her children warm on cold Dakota winter nights in unheated upstairs bedrooms. Grandma's quilts were pieced together from whatever worn clothing and fabric scraps she had available, hand-stitched, and hand-tied, assembled with love.
I look at my life as being much the same as those quilts, some pieces of brightly printed fabric - good times, happy memories; and some pieces that are darker and roughly textured - heavy times, times that I barely survived. While my life may have more than it's share of crazy, irregular pieces, when stitched together with The Creator's love for me, it becomes a beautiful quilt, unique - so warm and comfortable to wrap myself in... much like faith, and trust, and love.