February 7
My wife is a baby blanket person. These are people who grow up dragging baby blankets around for peace and comfort.
When a dear friend died unexpectedly a family took her in for the night. Their seven-year-old son had a tattered blanket called “Bob.” During the night the boy silently lays “Bob” in her arms and goes 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."
"Blessed are those who mourn, For they shall be comforted." (Matthew 5:4)
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