The images have clouded over the years, but sometimes the cotton-candy like fog clears and I'm that little girl again walking the fence line with Papo; one of my childhood super heroes.
Marbles grew out of the dirt in his back yard. I remember plucking them from the ground and filling my pockets...dirt and all. He and Mamo knew just how to calm the storm of a little girl caught in the middle of divorce - how it tugged and pulled and confused me. Yet those simple, sweet, quiet moments spent walking hand-in-hand in search of little shiny spots of hope are more precious now than before as I realize God's involvement - even then.
He gives us those shiny moments in the middle of our struggle. Sometimes they're a little more hidden beneath the dirt, but they're there. He carefully plants each one just like I imagine Papo out scattering those marbles along the fence hiding them just enough to be a mystery, yet exposing just enough to catch the light of day...and a granddaughter's smile.
Sometimes it's easy to build things up in our minds when we're hoping for the perfect outcome. The perfect situation. The perfect opportunity...the perfect holiday.
I'm praying God has scattered little rays of hope along your path; treasured moments in the midst of stress and trial that reflect the light of his love - shiny moments to tuck away in the pockets of your mind.
God Bless you, and may your Thanksgiving celebration
be full of shiny moments!
When times are good, be happy;but when times are bad, consider:
God has made the one as well as the other...
(Ecclesiastes 7:14) NIV