As we celebrate the graduation of Evie, I am washing the blanket that I made for her and remembering all of the prayers that went into that crocheted cloth. I know she felt it. I know that she knew that I was still missing her and loving her, though out of sight. It wasn't colorful and it wasn't the most intricate stitches that I could follow. It was just a simple square of crocheting that gave me strength and not even big enough to cover her whole body, but the warmth was strong and deliberate. I was loving her from afar and my fears were turned into burdens which were lifted at Calvary. I had many questions and God gave me a peace. The Lord covers them, ultimately, far better than any prayer of ours or blanket. But, the blanket is a symbol of that covering that God has given. Halleluia, What a Savior! God bless all of our graduates!