What I Found In The Box

I’ve been doing much sorting out of closets and drawers in recent weeks.  Many of you will have seen the old photos I’ve posted on Facebook; memories of long ago.  It’s fun taking those walks down memory lane.

Yesterday I began going through boxes and files in what was my Dad’s office.  He went to heaven five years ago.  At that time I sorted through the office but left some boxes to sift through at a later time.  Yesterday the “later time” came.  It was no surprise to find pages of sermon notes, but suddenly, my breath stopped short.  I discovered pages of a type of journal – about me!  My Dad had made notes of conversations we had over the years; those times when together we righted all wrongs in the world, solving the most complex of problems.  Then there were comments he wrote about plays and books I had written and speaking engagements I had taken.  He wrote concerning one play, “Vickie wrote a play for our church youth,  I know it’s going to be good.”  Another time he wrote, “Vickie performed a monologue she had written about Mother Mary.  It touched many hearts.”  Still another time he made a note that a pastor had phoned him after I spoke at a conference in his church saying, “Vickie’s words captured all our attention and changed lives.”  As I read on I had to keep dabbing at the corners of my eyes to keep the tears from rolling down my face.

For just a brief moment I wondered why he had recorded all these things about me, but ever so quickly the answer came; it was because he loved me and was proud of me.  That realization brought more tears of gladness for the relationship I shared with my father, and for this reminder of how he felt about me.  As I contemplated this surprise find, I was then reminded of how our Heavenly Father also feels about each of His children.  Read the following from Psalm 139:16-18 and mediate upon just how He feels about you.

“You saw me before I was born.  Every day of my life is recorded in Your book.  Every moment was laid out before a single day passed.  How precious are your thoughts about me, Oh God.  They cannot be numbered!  I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand!  And when I wake up, you are still with me!”

Our earthly fathers may or may not be proud of us, but Jesus never stops cheering us on as we walk our earthly paths, longing for the day when we will be able to see Him face to face and hear His words, “well done good and faithful servant.”  His thoughts toward us are always the best and most loving thoughts.  His desires for us are, without exception, to be filled with His own peace and joy and courage.  Just think, every time you succeed at anything in life, He is writing it down; not because He may forget, but only because His love for you and me is beyond measure.  Let that sink in and walk today in great blessing with the reminder of Father’s perfect love for you.

An Old Blue Sewing Box

This past week my mother and I were doing a cleaning out of closets and drawers attempting to do away with those things that are worn out or that we just don’t use anymore.  As I was walking through the den, my eyes glanced at something very familiar on the floor.  It was my mother’s old blue sewing box.

“Mom,” I called out.  “Should we get rid of this old blue sewing box?”

“Absolutely not.” she answered and added, “That’s my special box,  You gave it to me when you were sixteen.  I remember you worked hard babysitting to make enough money to buy it for me.  It’s precious.  I never want to throw it away.”

I was very touched at her reasons for keeping this now frazzled and worn looking sewing box.  In her mind I had given her a precious gift, not because it is of monetary value, but because of what it cost me to give it to her; many hours of working because money was sparse.  I didn’t mind how many hours I had to babysit; I just wanted her to have it out of my love for her.

As I reflected on my mother’s love for this worn out box that no one else would want, a beautiful thought came to me.  When you and I look in the mirror, we may see lines on our faces and hair tinged with silver.  We may have failing eyesight and perhaps a roll or two that we wish would simply disappear.  As the years pass, we increasingly become like the worn out sewing box, but to our heavenly Father we are precious.  He would never throw us out because  we are very valuable to Him.  It cost His Son greatly to make us a part of His family.  Jesus gave His own life to be able to present us to His Father as holy, washed clean by His precious blood,  He did what He had to do on the cross out of deep love for each of us.  He willingly died that we may live forever.

Because of that wonderful unfailing love, one day these worn out bodies of ours will be made completely new!  Until then, we can rest on the promise of II Corinthians 4:16 & 18, “…Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day.  So, we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen.  For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.”

We may be like an old sewing box today, but tomorrow promises that we will be made whole; no pain, no tears, no sorrow; only peace and gladness for eternity.  We are indeed pilgrims just passing through this broken world until we reach the next, most glorious one.