Spurgeon lies open on the bed before me, helping me to transition my mind from the work of the day to precious thoughts of God and the relaxing repetitiveness of square # 153. I’m quickly caught by Spurgeon’s closing verse of admonishment.
2 Corinthians 3:2-3 “You yourselves are our letter, written on our hearts, known and read by everybody. You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.”
A letter is a message. These days the majority of letters floating around are merely matters of business and communication. More precious (and increasingly rare) is the personal note, into which is poured all the affection and life of one to another. And though we think of letters in the literal sense, the message is not always one of pen and page.
My squares are my letters to God, my emotions, hopes, requests, and concerns all written into the weave. The letter grows longer as I add sentences day by day. These squares are also my letters to others, an afghan made to be read, a message of Christ to you who read this tablet.
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