As I was filling up my “good glass” with ice tea the other day, I was reminded of my “life motto” that I made several years back to drink out the good glass every day. At the time that I decided that was important in my life, I had already lost my mom and then several years later, my dad. I was thinking back over my times with them and my grandparents, and realized that sure, it is all stuff; stuff that they couldn’t take with them, but, that I now have. That means that these items are now mine to enjoy, as they obviously did because it was a part of their household. Why would that idea come to mind to use an item as a way to remember the blessings of my life?
Here is my little journey of thought on that question. Background: When I was a young girl, I spent a lot of time with my grandma. My mom never learned to drive so when we
would travel to my grandma’s house, we would either ride down early with my dad and he would drop us off before work, or we would pay ten cents per person, and ride the shuttle car into to town. Now this shuttle car was a green station wagon owned by a man who lived in Cedarhome, just outside of Stanwood in Washington state. He would get up every day and drive from Stanwood up to Brandstrom’s corner(up close to I-5), which was about a five mile trip, to meet the Greyhound bus. He would take people from the bus stop by the highway into the town of Stanwood. So anyone along the way, could stand out by the road and catch a ride with him. We would watch for his car and flag him down. THAT was our way back and forth from town; once in the morning, and once in the afternoon. Special arrangements would have to be made with him for other times. He knew us well. So it was a big thing to go to Grandma’s house on our own while dad was at work.
My Grandma had everyday dishes, and then she had her good dishes that were used for special holidays. But somewhere along the way, she had this plate and was “different”. It was creamy white and rose colored, with these beautiful roses on it. I was attracted to the plate as a little girl and it became “my plate” to eat off of. Grandma knew I loved that plate so she would try to make sure that it was at my place setting for me. I have never forgotten that. And that is still kind of my style to this day. I love old and pretty things that have meaning to me. My house is full of them. So it is quite natural for me to come to the conclusion that my “one glass that I have of hers” is used most every day. Or, that I would purchase that special cup to drink my mocha from, or, to share a mocha across the table with a friend.
Further, when my kids were little, I had a special red plate that they got to use on birthdays or special occasions that we could write a message on. They loved getting that plate set at their place setting when they were young. Ethan, my grandson, knows the story of drinking from the good cups and glasses, and he will ask for them at my house. He knows the meaning of many of my things in my home and I feel it is a way to pass on the legacy. Items may be just stuff, but it all has a story. I’m sad that I couldn’t have my grandma long enough to be OLD ENOUGH, to share how much those things meant to me as a child. So I don’t want that to be the case with me. I want to share the stories. I was given a set of silverware a while back by a very good friend; the set was her mother’s. When I opened the case, I found the set was the very one that was my grandma’s and then my mom’s. SO fun to use at my table now. But also in that case was a very beautiful vintage fork. It now has become my daily fork. It reminds of some great people in my life! Like a reminder every day of my blessings!
So, you might ask, what does this have to do with me? A lot. We all have things in our life that we need to share with someone. Your story. Your life. But many may not know. It is something that only you can tell. And, it IS worth telling. I often wish I could sit with my grandparents and parents and ask the questions that I didn’t quite feel comfortable asking them as a young person. Not sure where the idea came from that I wouldn’t be able to ask, but I sure do wish I would have. However, I can make the memories all come alive again through the stories and experiences that I have! What a blessing a legacy is!
So this is the deal: Life is an exciting journey and I want to live mine out to the fullest extent that I am given. I am excited about life over all; hardships and all. But you know what excites me even more? That I have a Heavenly Father that is saving not only the special table for me to sit down at, but He is saving a room just for me in His mansion in Glory. Now that is something to celebrate!! Maybe mine will be decorated with old furniture and vintage decor. I don’t know. Smile…but He does know my heart. To think I am invited to His banqueting table to enjoy meals with the saints, well…that just does my heart a whole lotta good! So I am going to practice here on earth with special dishes, glasses and cups so that I am ready for that heavenly banquet. If my earthly family benefits from my practice, so much the better! Don’t lose out by forgetting to remember. God has given us what we have, and we should appreciate it and share it with others. So, grab that special glass that you are afraid to use in case something happens to it! Use it. Enjoy the memories that come with it! And smile all the while knowing that with Jesus in your heart, you will be enjoying the ultimate feast with the most beautiful table you have ever seen… sometime in your future.
Lift your glass or cup to some comforting and cozy times! Walking the journey with you…