The other day I received a notice from my church that there were some handmade blankets available to give to the people who are homebound. They were knitted or crocheted by a ministry in the parish specifically for the purpose of sharing them with others. Since I visit a woman who has dementia weekly and bring her Holy Communion, I stopped in the church office and picked out a colorful blanket to bring to her. Today was the day I visit her, so I brought the blanket with me. After she received Communion, I gave her the blanket. We read the satin tag that was sewn in the corner that identified the group who made it. There was a plastic canvas cross stitched with purple ribbon and a laminated prayer for healing pinned to it. We looked at them, read the prayer, and felt the soft, warm blanket. I told the woman that the blanket was for her and spread it on her lap. She was surprised and so sweet when she said she didn’t think she deserved it. I assured her she did. Then she said, “I hope they can feel my thanks!” I guaranteed her that I would let them know. The blanket was a such a blessing to the woman. Her reaction and our interaction was a blessing to me.

I Found God today sharing a blanket made with loving hands.