There is something about a quilter that makes them special. I don’t know if it is because they are piece makers. Heaven knows they make a lot of pieces, as evidenced by their many scrap bags. Or, which I think may be the case, they know how to take those pieces and make something beautiful. Even if those pieces are teeny tiny, odd shaped, or ugly to begin with. And that gift from God, because He blessed the piece makers, makes them compassionate and caring. Their ability to pick up the pieces and make something beautiful spills over into all aspects of their lives. They help victims of natural disasters, wars, and nasty diseases pick up the pieces of their lives and feel of God’s love in the many quilts that are donated to these causes. They rally around each other and give support if one of their own is feeling burdened in any way. They share their knowledge, talents, and resources freely. They are truly an amazing group of people. I often feel inadequate amongst them. But their gentle, loving way draws me to them and inspires me to work harder and be better. So many, many, thanks to all you piece makers may you be blessed again and again for all the pieces you make and then put back together so beautifully.