Friday, January 7, 2011

Little Gifts from God

Calendar 1981When I was young, I bought baby books to fill in for each of my children but was a total failure filling them in. When Sarah, my youngest, came in 1981, I was bound and determined I would get it right, so everything she did, I wrote on a calendar. I had planned on having my brother-in-law with the gorgeous handwriting transfer it into the baby book. We moved alot and I lost the calendar. In 2001, our little girl passed away in a car accident. Today, as I finally unpacked the last box of books, I found her baby book with the calendars for her first year tucked away in it. As I read it, I teared up but thanked God for his wonderful gift.

1992 letterLast week, I was searching for some sewing supplies and came across a letter from Sarah, when she was almost 16, telling me how much she appreciated all I had done for her and how much she loved me. It was as though God knew I needed to hear from her. At the end she writes, "Oh yeah I know this wasn't written on my birthday but you get the point." which brought laughter remembering her sense of humor. She added a P.S. to the letter, "I am a daddy's girl but I have my mommy's heart!" What more could I ask for?

4 comments:

  1. I stared at this comment box for . ..well . . too long. But I couldn't think of the words to write.

    Thankfully, you understand.

    Love you Mom.

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  2. I came for a visit with my very special friend this morning, ;-)

    Unknowingly, to what I anticipated as
    "Debby's Little Farm";

    Oh My, how the river flows!!!

    Debby, here is a treasured poem for You:

    "Your grief for what you've lost holds a mirror
    up to where you're bravely working.

    Expecting the worst, you look and instead,
    here is the joyful face you've been wanting to see.

    Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
    If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.

    Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expand
    the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
    as birdwings.

    Jalaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)

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