The “Cry Blanket”
When I was in the hospital with my son, Gus, I cried often. The nurses would come running with boxes of tissue. My tears were constant and the tissue didn’t last long so I asked for a blanket. I was brought a crib blanket which was fine…later in the day I found a small pretty blanket left for me to cry into. I’m not sure who left the blanket but it soon became known as the “Cry Blanket”. I loved this blanket and still use it often! I realized , with this blanket, that the tears of a broken-hearted mother are much too precious to fall into a mere tissue…these kind of tears need to fall into something soft and pretty. So, this is your blanket to cry into…..
You’ve kept track of my every toss and turn
Through the sleepless nights,
Each tear entered in your ledger,
Each ache written in your book.
Psalm 56:8
2 comments:
What a beautiful idea! It must have brought you a lot of comfort during the time when you needed it most!
Jenny, that makes me want to cry ...
I am so glad that people were in place to minister to your needs during that time. I believe God puts people in our paths for certain purposes. Your GUS boxes are a wonderful thing. I hope to someday do some hospital ministry, just taking scriptures of faith, offering a prayer or to pray with someone, even having a snack basket ... all things that occurred while we were with Iz in the picu for so long.
I'm glad to hear you are feeling better & sorry you didn't get your bread :o).
blessings~
Annie ♥
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