February 7
My wife is a baby blanket person. These are people who grew up dragging baby blankets around for peace and comfort.
When a dear friend died unexpectedly a family took Joy in for the night. Their seven-year-old son had a tattered blanket called “Bob.” Joy lovingly discusses his baby blanket with him. During the night, the boy returns, silently lays “Bob” in her arms and shuffles back to his room.
"My heart melts. He gave up his baby blanket to comfort me. It was God's way of loving me that night through the obedience of a child."
"Blessed are those who mourn, For they shall be comforted." (Matthew 5:4)
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