Once upon a time in a land far, far away lived a man and a woman who dreamed of a little boy. Through the simplicity of pictures, they memorized each detail of his sweet little face, absorbed tiny hints of his personality, analyzed for hours the most minute of details down to the percentage of pictures he wore only one sock. They dreamed of the day they would be allowed to become part of his world and he a part of theirs.
But until that day, they were ever so grateful that occasionally, the Lord would provide them the opportunity to stretch across the great expanse and insert a small piece of their love into his life. Tiny toys to bring a smile, photos to familiarize a face, diapers and cream to soothe a need, and one day they chose a soft red blanket. A dear friend, Auntie, who prayed for him daily took the blanket and with golden thread, lovingly stitched his name upon it. Then they prayed that it would bring comfort and sent it on its long journey.
With tears of joy, they were finally allowed to travel to their faraway boy. Finally able to hold and snuggle him. Finally able to whisper real words of love into his ear and with wonder and delight, they were also reunited with a very precious, little, red blanket. A simple, soft, little scrap of fabric that carries with it the most wonderful of stories :o)
"If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast." Psalm 139:9-10