A bed that should have been cold and lonely, turned out to be a warm place filled with love. The feeling of the soft yarn over my cold weary skin gave me a sense of assurance; that someone was praying for me by name, someone was thinking about me, someone loves me, and someone shared my pain.
It was that season when I was in and out of the hospital. On that 14 the floor; one that was dedicated to liver cancer. I had to get through it, I needed to stay strong.
One of the best gifts I ever received were a couple of blankets from friends;
Prayer blanket; this was orange with a brown strip and it was made by a group of women that prayed for every piece of yarn rolled in. They prayed for me by name; since every blanket is made on order even though it’s a free gift from praying women.
Oma blanket; this is one that was made by my husband’s grandmother. This blanket brought me so much comfort that I still use it on our bed today. It’s soft and special; I know it was made with so much love for my husband and I.
Praying sister blanket; this is my little blue blanket made by a sister friend from church. Made and gifted to me during my cancer journey.
I know one can buy a blanket at a store or perhaps have one made on order but my blankets were and still are special. They were more than just yarn. They were a reminder of many things;
- Prayed for
- Thought of
- Not alone
- Worth fighting
- I was special
- Part of the body of Christ
As you/we pray for many that are still fighting this fight of cancer, something as simple as a blanket is one of the many ways we could be a blessing to them. I for one know that fighting cancer or any other terminal disease can be a long and lonely road. Let’s love, let’s pray and let’s serve our neighbor, our friends, our brothers and sisters; taking their hand and walking that road with them.