“When I made this quilt, I was focused on myself—my pain, my grief, my loss. When You sent me Jenny to restore what I lost in Jenna, I only received the blessing for me. It didn’t occur to me that You had given me to Jenny as a blessing and a hope to her.”
Jerusha thought about the dreams and nightmares that had plagued Jenny all her life. Often in the early days, when Jerusha had awakened to the sound of her adopted daughter screaming in the night, she had been concerned. But Jenny had been so volatile as a child that as the years passed, Jerusha had come to discount the dreams as just a part of her daughter’s temperament. Now she saw that the dreams were born of some terrible event, something that had torn Jenny inside.
Like the torn batting in the quilt.
Jerusha examined the quilt ag
