Sunday, 01 August 2021

M Michele's Musings

Blankie and Pilly

Going through photo albums recently I stumbled across photographs of my son and niece dragging around their favorite “Blankie” and “Pilly.”  Early photos show bright, fresh and clean material but as you turn the pages and peer at photos through the following years the material becomes more and more dingy, tattered and torn.  Memories flooded my mind of the multiple times where I or my sister had to coax “Blankie” or “Pilly” from resistant hands to patch and repair the falling apart articles of their affection. 

Also, Blankie and Pilly both developed an atrocious smell through the years.  No matter how many times we washed them the odor was there to stay, seemingly layered deep within their very fibers.  I often wondered how the two tots stood the smell day in and day out.  Yet, it did not deter them, they held their beloved Blankie and Pilly close, rarely letting them go.  Blankie and Pilly traveled wherever the children traveled; trailing behind as they drug them through the house, into the car, into stores, to Granny’s and Maw Maw’s house, through the yard, sometimes through dirt and mud.  Where Tyson or Kaitlyn were, Blankie and Pilly were sure to be found.  At night, Jeanne and I would often sneak them from tired little arms wrapped tight around the beloved Blankie and Pilly to repair or wash the well worn objects.

On one occasion Tyson lost his beloved Blankie and though we searched high and low Blankie was nowhere to be found.  We had been many places that day including shopping at several stores.   Tyson was extremely distraught over his loss and I was desperate to find Blankie to hopefully stay the tears falling from sad eyes and a broken heart.  We all hopped back in the car retracing our steps with a long trip back into town.  We made inquires in every store we had shopped at until at last we found that he had left Blankie at his Maw Maw’s house.  The reunion between Tyson and Blankie was a joyous occasion for all including me; I couldn’t imagine getting him to sleep without Blankie.  Blankie was always wrapped tight in loving arms as Tyson fell asleep at night.  Eventually Tyson and Kaitlyn outgrew their need for Blankie and Pilly.  Blankie didn’t survive the years but Pilly still holds a special place among Kaitlyn’s bed pillows, his odor worn fabric looking pale and dingy against the brightly colored pillows scattered around him.

Thoughts sprung to my mind about Tyson and Kaitlyn’s relationship with Blankie and Pilly.  Obviously they found security and comfort in these objects.  Blankie and Pilly never left their side except by necessity or the occasional mishap.  The children held tight to their beloved objects of affection rarely letting them out of their sight.   How much more should we hold tight to God?  He should be a vital part of our lives, holding Him close in our hearts.  We should walk day in and day out with God, bringing Him with us wherever we go.  We should make Him our constant companion, knowing that He is there and is the source of all comfort and security. 

Unlike Blankie or Pilly, the wonderful thing about God is that we won’t ever lose Him.  He is always with us.  He will never leave us or forsake us.  Blankie and Pilly, were inanimate objects, they had to be drug around and kept close but God is alive and He keeps us close in His arms.  Blankie and Pilly did not return the children’s love and affection though Tyson and Kaitlyn both found comfort in them.  God, however, really loves us and pours out His affections upon us.  We are His beloved and He ours, “I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine.” Song of Solomon 63a

Much like Tyson and Kaitlyn, we often put our trust in other things.  We set our affections in and upon people, objects or activities that we love.  The same way that Tyson and Kaitlyn held onto Blankie and Pilly we hold onto the things of this world that we love.  The problem is that the things of this world fade and grow old.  They may bring temporary relief, joy, happiness and comfort but it doesn’t last forever.  The only thing in this world that will last is a real relationship with God through Jesus Christ.  A relationship with God is of great value here on earth and it will bring us into a perfect eternity where “He will wipe away every tear from our eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain." Revelation 21:4       

Isaiah 61:10 reminds us that He has clothed us in garments of salvation and robes of righteousness, “I will greatly rejoice in the LORD, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he has clothed me with the garments of salvation, he has covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decks himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.”  Like Tyson wrapped himself in his blanket, wrap yourself in the wonderful embrace of His loving arms.  His arms will never let you go.  They will protect, comfort and guide you all the days of your life when you put your trust in Him.   As Kaitlyn held tightly to her beloved pillow we should also listen to the instructions of 1 Thessalonians 5:21b which tells us, “hold fast that which is good.” God is good, so hold fast to Him and He will keep you safe and secure.  


Love in Christ, Michele

Columnist: Michele Abshire


Michele Abshire is a housewife, mother, grandmother, and full time legal assistant. She has been published in Lake Charles, Louisiana publications, Christian Star Newspaper and Gumbeaux Magazine.  

Michele began writing notes of encouragement to people God put on her heart which led her in the direction of writing short encouraging stories, letters, essays and analogies.  This quickly became a ministry for her.  

Michele's vision is to reach people with encouraging messages that will lift their heart and bring joy for sorrow and hope for discouragement. Michele enjoys your feedback so leave a comment in the form at the bottom of the page or email her at



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