I picked up an amazing little book at the library. It's Firstlight, The Early Inspirational Writings of Sue Monk Kidd. I'm one of those people who scans several sections of a book before determining if it's worth taking home. Here is the first passage I read:
"My husband's grandmother, Beatrice, had just finished sewing a rosebud pink dress. As she held it up for me to see, I thought about the interminable hours she must have spend pedaling her ancient sewing machine. "It's beautiful," I told her.
"Tomorrow I'll wear it to church," she announced, draping the dress over the ironing board. The iron was old and overheated. In seconds a large brown scorch seared into the skirt.
With a sigh, Beatrice pulled out her scissors and cut the dress into small squares. She tucked the little pile of squares into her sewing basket. I knew she meant them for a quilt.
On cold nights, when I draw up the quilt of rosebud pink squares that warms my bed, I sometimes think about the little pile of disappointments that I've stored away and how I can patch them together into something new."
I hope that I haven’t quoted more than the copyright law allows for such a thing, but it’s difficult to qualify and quantify inspirational writing for someone else. Each author has a style and voice that either speaks to you or it doesn’t. This speaks to me on so many levels! I hope you’ll read it.