My husband and I looked and looked for it, we turned my spare bedroom upside down looking for it, but to no avail. I even looked for the pattern for the lace, because I thought I would just make more, but I could not find the pattern, and I didn't have the time to make more.
I finally decided to just say a quick prayer and ask for a little help in finding the lace. Nothing. I prayed again . . . still nothing. Finally, I decided I would just find something else to give my poor mother, because obviously, I was not going to find the lace.
As I was puttering, trying to get other things done, a little voice told me to go back and look in the closet. Well, I'm a little stubborn, but I listened, I went back into the bedroom, opened the closet doors and just stood there. As I stood there looking, I heard the same, still small voice, tell me to look in a bag that had an old quilt in it . . . now, I knew it was not in there, why would it be in that bag!? But, I listened and opened the bag. I took the quilt out and low and behold, the lace was inside of the folded quilt! I don't recall putting it there, and I have absolutely no idea how it got there, but my prayer had been answered . . .
The next thing I did was get on my knees and thank Heavenly Father, for answering my prayer. I'm not the kind of person who receives inspiration very often, but that night, I heard that still small voice and I'm so glad I listened.
My mother loved her runner, and still remembered making it! It is on one of her dressers and hopefully it will bring her a few moments of remembrance and enjoyment during these dreary winter days.