Childhood Treasures

I was getting my Christmas decorations out last month and I found a box filled with childhood memories.

I took an hour just sitting and reading each special card that people had lovingly taken the time to buy and sign and mail to me over the years.

They were very special treasures.

Among the old Birthday-Cards, Christmas Cards and Easter Cards from my Parents, Grandparents, and their friends, I came across a Valentine’s Day Card from my 3rd Grade teacher.

When I was 8 years old, I remember feeling anxious in her class. It wasn’t my favorite grade.

Back then, in the early 1980’s, paddling was an acceptable form of punishment.

If you misbehaved or didn’t turn your homework in, you might get a paddling!

I certainly did not want to get paddled!

The boys thought it was funny, but just knowing it was a possibility was enough to bring some of the girls to tears.

Especially me.

I had a very anxious 3rd grade year! I behaved and did my homework but there was one time I wasn’t on task one Friday. I was a basket of nerves that weekend waiting for Monday!

I never did get paddled,but I was glad when 3rd grade was over!

In my box of memories, I found a very sweet homemade valentine from my 3rd grade teacher.

When I was 8 years old, those words went in one ear and out the other. However, 37 years later, they are very special.

Especially the scripture on the back.

What kind words from my 3rd grade teacher.

We know how much God loves us, and we have put our trust in his love. God is love, and all who live in love live in God, and God lives in them. 1st John 4:16

I really appreciated reading this verse. God’s Word is eternal. 37 years later it is life giving.

A man hath joy by the answer of his mouth: and a word spoken in due season, how good is it!

Proverbs 15:23

We all can use words spoken in due season. This little valentine came back to me at just the right time.

I appreciate everyone’s kind words as I find my way through this tangled mess of grief.

Right now I cannot see the big picture, but I trust that someday, what I go through today and how I go through it for the rest of my tomorrow’s,will somehow be a blessing to others and bring honor to my Son’s memory.

My boy and his iguana 🦎

It was a good Christmas, it was a hard Christmas.

These last few days have felt more like surviving and not so much thriving.

I have to believe that there are better days ahead.

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