Hey All:
I hope everyone is doing well. This post is about A Boy A Blanket and A Gift. Before I get to the story, two fun facts about me.
Fact 1: I have always had very vivid dreams that I often remember. Many times they happen in real life. One of the things my Grandmother, Hazel would often do was ask me in the mornings, “What did you dream about?” She would then quickly stop me and say, “Don’t tell until you have something to eat” and pop some type of food in my mouth.
Fact 2: This isn’t my first blog. It’s my 4th. One site was called Online Fellowship, no not a dating site. It still houses all sorts of information about Christianity, Music, Daily life, etc., and more of my writing.
Why am I telling you either of these things? Because, this post has nothing to do with soap, or skin. It was a dream I had back in 2011. When I woke it was still so pressing on me that I turned it into a blog post. Probably more fitting would be a story. I hope you all enjoy it and that it resonates with you on some level. It’s great for the kids too! So enjoy and share!
A Boy, A Blanket, and a Gift
By RiverAngel42 (That’s me)
This story is about a little boy named Nigel. Nigel lives in a small town with his Parents, Grandparents, and siblings. He is the youngest and is often said to be “high-spirited”. While he has a good heart and knows right from wrong, sometimes he gets a little excited and finds himself in a tad bit of trouble (of course you wouldn’t know what that was like).
One Christmas, as Nigel and his family, were opening their presents, he noticed a package wrapped in brown paper stuffed way behind the tree. The present had his name on it, however, he did not know who the present was from. So Nigel gave the package a shake, no sound. He squeezed the package, it was lumpy. Now he was totally confused as he had already received all the toys and clothes he could dream of. The only thing that gave him a clue was a note that read, Take me with you at all times, and I will be your comfort.” Love G.
Being curious Nigel ripped open the bag and there he found a green fleece blanket. “A Blanket!” Nigel thought, “I’m a big boy, why on earth would I carry around a blanket.” However, there was something about this blanket, and as the day progressed he found that not only was he following the instructions but that he never wanted to go anywhere without it. So as time went on he began to carry the blanket with him everywhere he went. To the market, the blanket. Going to the Doctor’s office, the Blanket. Off to school, the blanket. When he was happy he had the blanket and when he was sad he had the blanket.
Nigel was very good at soccer and it seemed that he always had a game. So the family took turns attending the games to show support. Well, one day it was his mother’s turn to be there. This was Nigel’s best game ever. He scored goal after goal and after every goal, he would look to the stands to see if his mother was there. But she was not. After the game ended she still was not there.
Nigel, disappointed and scared, wrapped himself up in his blanket and waited. The coach watched from a distance and continued packing up until she arrived. When she got there she apologized and explained to him that she had a flat tire. She asked if he was ok and he replied, “Yes Mommy, G was with me.” She asked him, “Who is G?” He told her with a big grin, “My blanket”, as he hopped off the bench and ran to the car.
As time went on, Nigel left his town and his family to go off and be a grown-up. He left behind his parents, grandparents, siblings, and blanket. In the beginning, he would call all the time. However, the longer he was away the less he called. It was as if he had forgotten about his family and the blanket. They all missed him and wondered where he was and how he was doing.
I had only heard of Nigel through stories in my town, everyone called him the boy with the blanket. They told stories of how they could see danger around the little boy and how it seemed as though the blanket always kept him safe.
Well one day, as I was on my way to take things to the Salvation Army, I saw a homeless man standing on the street. It was Christmas time and he looked so sad and alone, not to mention cold. I pulled over and said to him, “I don’t have much but what I was going to give to the Salvation Army, I would love to give to you instead.” He came over and I handed him a pile of things. On the top of the pile was a green fleece blanket, the man looked at the blanket and then looked at me as if he didn’t know what to say.
Taking the blanket, I wrapped it around him and said, “I know it’s not much, but perhaps if you take this blanket with you at all times it will give you some comfort.” He began to cry. “No need to cry, it’s Christmas time everyone should get something, it’s not that big of a deal.” I asked him what his name was and he replied, “Nigel. Thank you for this gift. While it’s nothing to you it gave me the comfort and strength I needed to go home.”
As Nigel walked away from me, he had memories of childhood. Happy memories of him and G being close. How he always felt safe and protected when G was with him. When he left home, he thought he had left G behind but somehow He found him and he was sure glad he did. As a child, he thought that the blanket had magical powers. As an adult, he knew that the blanket wasn’t his strength at all. His trusted friend was God and he was happy and willing to accept Him back into his life. As he walked and cried God whispered to him, “I was right here with you waiting to comfort you all along, now let’s go home.
Merry Christmas and may we all share and receive the best gift we can this holiday season, the gift of God’s love.
Hebrews 13:5 “…God has said, “I will never leave you or forsake you.”
PS You don’t have to believe as I do to take the message with you 🙂 Peace and Love to you all! ~Camille and the Girls!
