A few years back, our daughter gave me this sign.
When her family would leave our house to head home after a visit, I would always do a walk-through after they left and find things they had overlooked that they needed. It is also a true statement because I tend to organize wherever I go. So, after I would leave their home, she would call and say, where is such and such. I always know right where I put things.
Until today. For two days, I have looked for a small box with my daddy's cuff links inside. I think I moved them before thanksgiving, but I can't remember. Maybe they got inside a bag that I took to a local charity. I hope not. I'm simply distressed. I know that I will end up in a peaceful place, but tonight I finally cried. The cuff links are not valuable at all. They are simply a connection to precious memories and carry great sentimental value.
I can't take them with me to heaven, nor do I want to, but I enjoy wearing them in my French Cuff shirts to feel a closeness to the man, the legend, the Sear's Roebuck appliance salesman aka Porter Waggoner. :)
I have looked everywhere, taken everything out of areas where I might have placed the box, used a flashlight to look behind things, and no box. I have prayer warriors lifting me in prayer, and I've prayed.
I would sing Tomorrow,
The sun'll come out Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that Tomorrow
There'll be sun
Just thinkin' about Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow
'Til there's none
but, it is supposed to rain, which I've been praying for, and we desperately need sooo... as the song says, …
Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
Because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me
I'm sad but free, living in peace, and God will mend my broken heart.
Happy New Year to you and yours. Give Grace.