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A keepsake

The longest we have lived in one place is seven years.

Then the Lord moved us here.

Before that our longest had been five years.

It’s been good for me.

I’ve learned a lot.

One of the lessons has been in letting go.

God never wants me to cling to things.

But He has also surprised me in this season we are walking in.

Not long ago I was in the kitchen when my husband came from the garage.

His new job has required his focus and he’s not gotten his garage just the way he wants it yet, but he’s working on it.

That’s what he had been doing when he came in.

His eyes held mine tenderly as he reached out his hand.

His blackened fingers (something I love about him, he works with his hands just like my dad did) grasped something which he placed gently in mine.

I had no idea what it was.

“Look at the inscription.”

So, I turned it over till I found the initials carved into the metal.

I knew exactly what they stand for.

It was as if time fell away.

And my bare feet were standing upon the concrete of our driveway.

My long brown hair carefully braided and still wet from running through the sprinkler in the lawn.

My father working on Mom’s car in the driveway.

His tools carefully laid out on his work towels.

And there was Grandpa, talking to Daddy, bent over looking under the hood.

It’s not a real memory.

More like a collage of memory scraps all pasted on top of one another, making a whole picture.

So, how did a small piece of initialed metal cause this?

Because it was a tool used by my Grandfather and given to my dad which eventually was passed on to my husband.

All three men worked on machines of one kind or another.

My husband said he’d been going through his tool box and found it.

Tools have come a long way and this one is pretty obsolete compared to the other sets he has.

But he knew I’d want to keep it.

So, now it’s sitting in my room.

A reminder of how incredible God truly is.

It’s also an opportunity to pray for my extended family.

I doubt I’ll keep this forever.

It needs to move on, into the possession of another man who works with his hands.

But until the Lord shows me who He wants to bless with it, I’m happy to let it remind me of my childhood.

To let it spur me to prayer.

And to praise God for His unfathomable love and care.


2 Samuel 7:22 KJV — Wherefore thou art great, O LORD God: for there is none like thee, neither is there any God beside thee, according to all that we have heard with our ears.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for this keepsake. It means so much to me that You would care about a tiny insignificant detail like this. But You understand things that I will never comprehend. Thank You for all Your love and mercy. Thank You for sustaining me throughout every part of my life. Thank You that life has seasons and in each one You have a plan and a purpose. Please help my eyes to be open to what You are doing in this season. Please help my mouth to speak only Your words of encouragement or exhortation. Please let my feet never stray from Your paths. Thank You, Jesus. I love You. Amen.

Leaning upon the One Who blesses me.

This is my Grandfather.

He adopted my Dad and to my knowledge was the only father he ever knew.

I still remember him.

He did a lot of traveling,

as long as I can remember.

He and my grandmother (my Dad’s mother) had purchased an RV and would travel from Texas to California.

And back again.

When my grandmother died, Grandpa kept up the tradition.

He passed away the summer after my Freshman year.

I really know very little about him.

I remember his pipe.

He always smelled of pipe tobacco.

I remember the Tea Cup Poodles.

He always had one.

I remember he was very tall.

And this past week, as I was placing family photos in a collage frame, I realized something.

“This is a picture of my mother’s mom and this one is her dad. Here’s a childhood photo of Dad’s mom as a little girl.”

I paused and looked at the pictures.

Each was carefully placed inside the frame.

The end result was nice.

But my heart was sad.

“I don’t have any pictures of Grandpa, my dad’s dad.”

It wasn’t until much later in the day that I found an envelope.

It wasn’t familiar.

So, I opened it.

Inside I was surprised to find,


As well as some other black and white photos.

“Lord! Thank You!”

Gratitude flowed from my heart.

The Lord has blessed me so much in the last few weeks.

He provided a home.

He’s given my husband a new job.

The Lord has carried us through doctor’s appointments and moving details.

He’s renewed my strength and been healing my body.

He’s even brought us together with new people and a new church.

And as if that all wasn’t enough,

He provided me with finding a photograph inside an old envelope.

I didn’t even know I had it.

Frankly, I don’t remember seeing the picture of Grandpa before nor the envelope.

It was like Jesus had reached out His arms and offered me to lean in.

Are you willing to let Me bless you, even in this?

And I just stopped.

“Lord, I’m stunned, that You would give me an even deeper understanding.”

There’s nothing like the love of God.

It’s far greater, far deeper than I can understand.

I’m so thankful for Jesus.

I’m so grateful for the love I simply can’t comprehend.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for Your love. Thank You for blessing me and my family. Thank You for reminding me that You have all these details in Your hands.Thank You for the peace, which flows when I surrender my everything into Your hands. Lord, I have so much yet to learn. Father, I am so humbled by Your grace. Please use my life, to shine Your truth to others. Thank You so much for teaching me how to lean into You.