Stitched with Loving Hands

Monday, October 28

10-28By Betty Batzli of Chino Valley, Arizona, USA

…uphold the worth and giftedness of all people and…protect the most vulnerable.

—Doctrine and Covenants 164:6a

We lived on a small farm in the southwest. We played host to many transient people walking across the country looking for work. They had no permanent homes and carried all they owned, living from one meal to the next. As a young girl, I saw the superficial differences between them and myself, and I assumed they must be different on the inside as well.

When the bolls of cotton were bursting and ready to harvest, these seasonal workers moved in to pick. Migrant workers stayed as long as there was work. All who were old enough worked in the fields. The younger children came to school for a while but soon moved on. They never felt at home with the local students.

Late in the fall a new girl came into our class. She wore a faded dress that hung from her skinny shoulders as if draped over a fence post. She had ragged hair that hid her face as she looked at the floor, trying to hide.

At noon we saw her come outside, stand uncertainly for a while, and sit alone on a bench. She carefully pulled a crumbling piece of cornbread from her bag. She took small bites as crumbs fell to her lap. We asked her to eat with us and we found we liked her. We were sorry that she had to wear the same clothes day after day. We wondered if she only owned one dress.

One day she entered the classroom with a broad smile and a new dress. This dress had puffed sleeves that fit her shoulders and hid their smallness. We surrounded her at recess admiring the new dress and she proudly proclaimed her mother made it. I told her my mother was making me a new dress too, but she broke the needle on her sewing machine and couldn’t finish it now.

“My mother doesn’t have a sewing machine,” the little girl shared sheepishly. At first we didn’t believe her. We looked closely and saw her mother had stitched it by hand. We asked her how long it took. She told us her mother worked on it at night after she came home from picking cotton all day, fixed their supper, and the rest had gone to bed.

That memory revisits me often, and I’m impressed that no matter how different we appear on the surface, we have much in common underneath. It doesn’t matter if they are wealthy or poor, mothers and fathers love their children. God creates each of us with the potential to love unselfishly. We are all loved and of worth to God.

Prayer for Peace
Loving God, as we are of worth to you, may we find worth in one another.

Spiritual Practice: Honoring the Worth of All Persons
Sense the intimate knowledge and love God has of you and every child. Be aware of the sacred worth of each person. Weep with God over the soul-wounding forces and events that rob people of dignity and worth. How are you invited to affirm the worth of persons?

Peace Covenant
Today, God, I will find ways to protect and affirm the vulnerable.

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  1. ann bice

     /  28 October 2013

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    Thanks for any changes you are able to make.


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