This has been on my mind but I don't think I ever actually wrote it. Last Sunday, during the sermon, the pastor brought up the Sears catalog and how many Christmas memories are made looking at the catalog. It was in reference to the hopes that are created from the toy section of the catalog. I smiled at the memories. When my son was little, hours and hours were spent on the couch snuggling up next to his great grandma pouring over each page. She enjoyed it as much as he did- or if she didn't she never let on. They would sit and talk about the different toys. I'm pretty sure he never got them. And, I'm pretty sure he didn't lack for anything. His joy was in the time he spent looking at the catalog with her.
A day or two after the sermon, I saw a post on my son's facebook. It was a picture of a Highlights magazine. He posted about how he loved sitting and looking at them with his great grandma. They would read it together and look for the hidden objects. When he was too young to read, she read it to him. As he got older, I'm sure they both read it together.
I can't imagine where my life would be without that time in my life I spent with my grandma. And, my son is now looking back and treasuring that time, too. It's not the expensive toys or the fancy things that matter. It's the time they know they are surrounded by love that matters. I just saw a quote tonight, "It is Christmas every time you let God love others through you," Mother Teresa. If that's the case, my grandma spent every day as Christmas. And, that has trickled down through her family. I like the thought of Christmas being thought of year round.
So, where was God? I saw Him in my grandma as she sat and spent time and made memories with my son.
Blessings,
Jennifer
A day or two after the sermon, I saw a post on my son's facebook. It was a picture of a Highlights magazine. He posted about how he loved sitting and looking at them with his great grandma. They would read it together and look for the hidden objects. When he was too young to read, she read it to him. As he got older, I'm sure they both read it together.
I can't imagine where my life would be without that time in my life I spent with my grandma. And, my son is now looking back and treasuring that time, too. It's not the expensive toys or the fancy things that matter. It's the time they know they are surrounded by love that matters. I just saw a quote tonight, "It is Christmas every time you let God love others through you," Mother Teresa. If that's the case, my grandma spent every day as Christmas. And, that has trickled down through her family. I like the thought of Christmas being thought of year round.
So, where was God? I saw Him in my grandma as she sat and spent time and made memories with my son.
Blessings,
Jennifer
No comments:
Post a Comment