Often as she worked she would stop and lift her face to the sky.
“I hate you,” she would say quietly, “and I’m placing all my hatred into this quilt, so that I will never forget that when I needed you most, you failed me.”
Then she would go back to her work with a fierce look on her face, and a deep and abiding anger in her heart.
Jenna, why did you go? You were my hope, my dream and my faith, and now all of that is lost.
Now at last the quilt was finished.
“I will take this quilt to the Dalton Fair, and I will win the prize and be famous,” she said out loud as she laid down her needle. “I will leave Apple Creek, Ohio, and I will leave this religion, and I will leave this God who has turned His back on me. I will make a new life among the English and I will never come back.”
As she stared at the quilt, she decided, “I will call this quilt ‘The Rose of Sharon.’ Not for you, but for her, my precious girl, my Jenna.”
The quilt shone in the soft light from the window and Jerusha felt a great surge of triumph.
I don’t need you, not now, not ever again.
And Jerusha turned off the lamp and went alone to her cold bed.
Your blogsite it beautiful! Thank you for the invitation to join you. A Quilt for Jenna has been on my “wish list” now for quite some time. I’m looking forward to getting a copy as soon as possible. Best wishes for success with your new book release!
Thank you, Nancee, for the encouragement!!