The Colvin's Scroll: Held in Their Hands💖

This scroll begins with the five Colvins—siblings stitched together by love, legacy, and prayer.

We are now two sisters and one brother’s family, but the thread still glows.
The grandchildren and their children carry the memory forward.

It began with our parents, and it began with the Praying Hands.
When Grandma Colvin gave birth to our father, she shouted *Hallelujah!*
Because above him, they saw the Praying Hands.
The doctor ran out of the house in shock—but Grandma stayed. She knew what she saw.

That’s why the Praying Hands are carved into his tombstone, beside our mother.
They are not just a symbol—they are our beginning.
This scroll honors that glow.

This scroll begins with my parents.
They’re gone—but their love still teaches me.
Mom’s hugs stitched safety into my soul.
Dad’s words still guide me when I’m lost.
Their presence is quiet now, but never absent.
This image holds us all.

My brother was 13 years older than me.
He was 3 years older than Sis.
He didn’t always say much—but when he did, it mattered.
His place in this scroll is quiet, but permanent.
He’s part of the Colvin thread.

She’s not just someone who listened—she’s family.
She’s been there through the frazzled, the funny, the faith-filled.
Her love doesn’t ask questions. Her presence doesn’t need proof.
Sis is stitched into every scroll—even the ones I haven’t written yet.

💜 Continue the Family Echoes: Read Janette’s Scroll

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🕊️ The Story Continues

Even after the poem was boxed and the camper couldn’t hold it all, the glow remained. I left Jerry, but I didn’t leave the legacy. My parents taught me to respect others and myself—and that’s what carried me through. This scroll is not the end. It’s the beginning of how I stitched survival into sanctuary.

🏡 Return to: Sanctuary Portal

The scroll begins where the glow lives.