Change came quietly, a blanket softly, quietly dropped, left over the back of a family room chair. Not just any blanket – the blue cotton blanket.
Thread for seams, batting and design had worn out long ago, leaving gaps, feeling thin, worn- 33 years of faithful comfort, set down quietly.
Not realizing, I reminded the boy who’d become a man to take it to his room.
“It’s worn out,” he answered. We both agreed it probably couldn’t be fixed – the material was too thin. New thread would just tear the old material.
Later, the blanket still over the chair, the littlest, he came by. He ran his fingers along it, thinking about snatching it up. Even he realized the blue cotton blanket was too worn to pick up.
I wasn’t quite ready to think about the blanket really leaving.
I texted the oldest son, who had given me his fine new snoopy blanket in exchange for this blue blanket across the foot of my bed so long ago, the blanket he’d dropped softly, quietly in a closet 6 months before he married,”Remember the blue blanket? Before I pack it up and send it away, do you want to come by and see it?”
He texted back, “Nope. I’m fine. Thanks.”
Change comes quietly, as softly as a blanket dropped
like bones growing tall and feet filling out their daddy’s shoes
a heart falling in love
a soul conceived
the way a word from God one day becomes alive in our Soul
God’s plans might grow into something loud, sure-footed and bold, overflowing faith, hope and love – but, more often than not, the changes in those plans start from something simple, unassuming
as quiet as a blanket dropped
I miss the real-time story of the journey of the blue cotton blanket – and the relationships in that journey. It’s not the end, though – of the relationship journey. It’s a beginning . . . of a new growth spurt, a new leg of this journey He designed for me, for that boy who just quietly brought the blue cotton blanket upstairs . . . and set it down.
Change came quietly. At first, I was dismayed I had lost something. I don’t know what this change will exactly be, but I know God is good all the time. I know that if He is the architect of the change, this change that has come will grow into something that fills my heart and the hearts of each son better than anything I can imagine.
“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland” (Isaiah 43:19).
The blue cotton blanket? I folded it, placed it in a brown shopping bag – and a friend carried it home with her to do with as she saw fit. God gives us friends who help us with the hard things.
Just as God is in the still small voice, so is He in a change that starts as quietly, as softly as a blue cotton blanket dropped.