Today I thought I’d share a scene from the Christmas Quilt. If you haven’t read the book yet, I’m not giving away any secrets, but if you have I think you’ll enjoy looking back at Annie’s Christmas celebration.
Annie laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, burrowing into his embrace.
“I missed you.” When the tears began to fall, she didn’t try to explain them, didn’t attempt to stop them, but rather allowed herself a moment of complete openness.
Instead of questioning her, Samuel unpinned her kapp, placed it beside the quilt and ran his fingers through her hair, loosening the curls. It seemed to Annie, as he brushed out her braid with his fingers, he also brushed away the last of the tension—the final fragments of worry she’d held inside. For a moment, she could rest and allow Samuel to care for her.
She must have fallen asleep, because she woke later in her bed, the smell of dinner coming up the stairs.
It was a simple meal. She’d started the stew earlier in the day, and Samuel had baked cornbread to go with it. Not fancy at all, but that dinner did more to heal her heart than a feast could have. Though they’d been back for two weeks, the eve- ning healed the bruised places from her time away. A part of her mind realized she was exhausted and she’d be better very soon. Another part kept turning over the idea this was their last Christmas Eve alone. Next year it would be three at their table, and God willing perhaps more in coming years.
For this evening, with the candlelight in the window, her husband sitting across from her, and Leah’s finished quilt upstairs, ready to give, Annie knew the peace of Christmas.
And that is what I pray for you, today and throughout the Christmas week – may you be filled with the peace of Christ.
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