Patchwork of Grace

When I think about my childhood, I don’t just remember moments—I remember pieces. Small, ordinary ones that didn’t seem important at the time… but somehow, they all fit together.

My mom was a quilter.

She had a way of taking scraps of fabric—pieces that didn’t seem to belong—and turning them into something beautiful. Something whole.

I can still picture her working. Careful. Patient. Intentional. At the time, it was just what Mom did. Years later, I began to see my childhood the same way.

Not as one defining moment, but as a collection of small ones:

A home that was always full. Food on the table. A mother who held everything together. Looking back, I can see what I didn’t fully understand then— God was providing all along.

That’s where the title Patchwork of Grace came from.

A life made up of pieces. Moments that didn’t seem connected… but were. Grace, woven quietly through it all. And just like a quilt, none of it was accidental.

Each piece mattered. Each moment had its place. And when you step back, you begin to see the design. That’s what this book is—

A collection of pieces, stitched together…

By grace.