U.S. VETERANS NATIONAL MEMORIAL HALL OF HONOR: THE QUILT Page 6

U.S.Veterans National Memorial Hall of Honor

Place an Animated U.S. flag or a POW*MIA flag and your loved one's name of your Veteran who has passed on through the portals of time, U.S.Veterans National Memorial Hall of Honor is a memorial site for all U.S. Veterans from all wars and from all generations who have passed away by natural causes, by accident, or by war, to have our own National Memorial Hall of Honor with a Photograph posted on the next page. A place where only valor sleeps.

Your Animated Flag or Flags will look like this:

To place your animated U.S. flag or your POW/MIA flag in front of the name of your loved one, please contact me at the e-mail address posted below this message, with the Name, Branch of Service, Relationship, and War, if any, and send me a copy of your veterans' Photograph and it will be placed in both your loved one and in your honor. For all U.S. Veterans from all Wars and from all Generations at:

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THE QUILT

THE QUILT As I faced my Maker at the last Judgement, I knelt before the Lord along with the other souls. Beforeeach of us laid our lives, like the squares of aquilt, in many piles. An Angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life. But, as my Angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges andtemptations I was faced with in everyday life. Isaw hardships that I had endured, which were the largest holes of all.I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares.Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the brighthues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened. My Angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air. Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light, the scrutiny of truth. The others rose, each in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been.My Angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise. My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn't had all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been trials of illnessand death, and false accusations that took from memy world as I knew it. I had to start over many times.I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again.I had spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life. I had often been held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully; each time offering it up to the Father in hopes that I wouldnot melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me. And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had toaccept it for what it had been.I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of mylife to the light. An awe-filled gasp filled the air.I gazed around at the others who stared at me with eyes wide. Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many holes, creating an image.The face of Christ. Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said,"Every time you gave over your life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles. Each pointof light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until there was more of Methan there was of you. May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through.