Something Beautiful, Something Good
It is always a good thing when my daughter comes home. She is the love of our lives. She always tells us she wants to make sure her seniors are doing okay.
Of course, while she is here, she takes it upon herself to go through the food pantry and refrigerator, throwing away all the expired food items. She wants to be sure we are healthy. Well, along those lines, she decided to tackle the garage—pitching and tossing. I stand by to do a bit of screening, making sure important photos and papers are not thrown away.
In doing so, I came across a notebook from my mother. She had filled it with poems and stories she had written herself. She loved Something Beautiful, Something Good.
"And the hopes for life's best were the hopes that I treasured down deep in my heart. But my dreams turned to ashes. My castles all crumbled. My fortune turned to loss. So I wrapped them all in the rags of my life and laid them at the Cross."
This was her favorite hymn by Bill and Gloria Gaither. I have only known that since today.
My daughter always asks me the question, "Why do I have so much stuff?" She often reminds me that I need to get rid of most of it. Well, that is what she is helping me do as I write this, but I did manage to save my mother's notebook.
My mom was a deeply religious soul, but she was very quiet about her faith. Discovering this notebook gives me a window into her life and what she thought about things. I would not have known any of that otherwise. Going through my relics brought back memories of how much Mom loved Christ. It was something she kept close to her heart and then wrote about in private.
Perhaps we all need a little cleaning out of the things we think are important. For me, I rediscovered my roots with God and what He means to me because of my mother's writing. Take that step on the road to rediscovery. God is there. We have just tucked Him away for a better time. There is no better time than now.
Just a Thought Not a Sermon.
Of course, while she is here, she takes it upon herself to go through the food pantry and refrigerator, throwing away all the expired food items. She wants to be sure we are healthy. Well, along those lines, she decided to tackle the garage—pitching and tossing. I stand by to do a bit of screening, making sure important photos and papers are not thrown away.
In doing so, I came across a notebook from my mother. She had filled it with poems and stories she had written herself. She loved Something Beautiful, Something Good.
"And the hopes for life's best were the hopes that I treasured down deep in my heart. But my dreams turned to ashes. My castles all crumbled. My fortune turned to loss. So I wrapped them all in the rags of my life and laid them at the Cross."
This was her favorite hymn by Bill and Gloria Gaither. I have only known that since today.
My daughter always asks me the question, "Why do I have so much stuff?" She often reminds me that I need to get rid of most of it. Well, that is what she is helping me do as I write this, but I did manage to save my mother's notebook.
My mom was a deeply religious soul, but she was very quiet about her faith. Discovering this notebook gives me a window into her life and what she thought about things. I would not have known any of that otherwise. Going through my relics brought back memories of how much Mom loved Christ. It was something she kept close to her heart and then wrote about in private.
Perhaps we all need a little cleaning out of the things we think are important. For me, I rediscovered my roots with God and what He means to me because of my mother's writing. Take that step on the road to rediscovery. God is there. We have just tucked Him away for a better time. There is no better time than now.
Just a Thought Not a Sermon.
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