and a second-hand teapot.
One of the lovely things about moving is you rediscover.
Our last home didn’t have space for a hutch in the dining room, so my cherished dishes were in the top of a kitchen cabinet.
With joy I unwrapped each carefully packed piece. (Thank you, Sissy and Mom for doing that!)
I’ve been able to walk by the hutch and see them.
The set belonged to my father’s mother.
Upon hearing of my approaching marriage, (now over twenty years ago) my dear Aunty Jan had called me.
She asked if I’d like to have my grandmother’s china.
I was stunned.
I asked if neither of her own daughters or her granddaughter wanted it.
“No, nobody wants it. You may have it if you like.”
I didn’t hesitate.
I told her I’d love to have it.
It didn’t matter that I’d never seen it.
My father’s mother died when I was very small and I have a few things from her which I have always cherished.
Using these cherished plates has been a rare occurrence.
Until recently I’ve been concerned something would happen to them, so they sat idle.
It was Anne who sparked an idea.
She mentioned having tea in real tea cups, poured from a pot of tea.
“You know Mom, like Grandma would do when she and I would get together. It’s one of the things I really miss.”
The Lord brought her comment to mind one morning.
So, I took out the dishes, tea cups, saucers, and stared at my three white second-hand teapots.
Which one should I use?
I chose the smallest of the three. Not really sure how much tea we’d consume during breakfast.
It’s been lovely.
We don’t use it every morning, but several times a week Anne and I drink tea from Grandmother’s china cups and I pour it from a second-hand teapot.
This mismatched set makes me smile.
It reminds me of Jesus.
He didn’t care about the person’s past, or how important or unimportant they were to others.
Jesus came to save the lost and He chose those who believed.
His chosen disciples were an assortment of people who had one thing in common, they followed Jesus.
Through Him they found eternal life and then they were the vessels God used to pass it on.
I praise God for the people He has used to pour into my life.
I praise Him both for my family and my friends.
Most of all I praise God, that even in the unimportant details of how I eat breakfast, I can be reminded of how great He is and how wonderful His works!
patientlyhopeful 