If there is meaning in life at all, then there must be meaning in suffering.
~Viktor E. Frankl
[This continues on a concept that began in the Love post]
Some of us are poor judges of the patches we choose to put into to our quilt. We include colors that don’t match our personalities or materials that cause allergic reactions. These patches much be removed, or we will feel the warmth of our quilt contaminated with those incompatibilities.
Often our relationships are wrenched from us – through death, divorce or geographic separation – leaving a gaping hole in our quilt. We may stretch our existing patches together to mend this rift, until we find replacements or we may fill it through internal strength. Others of us, unable to bridge the gap, feel the coldness, and struggle to find ways to get warm again.