I have been quiet, I know. Memories come flooding back as I am unpacking boxes of photo albums, ornaments, children's letters and drawings etc. from my parents home. Some memories are amazing some very sad. I have dreaded doing this and have shed many tears in the process. Some from sorrow and some of joy. Healing seems to be taking place slowly at the same time. The pretty embroidered Damascus tablecloth which my late mom only brought out at special occasions is proudly on my own dining room table next to the Christmas tree which my daughter and friend cheerfully decorated this year. My husband has fixed the old Cuckoo clock which I bought for my parents with my first pay cheque and with every cuckoo sound comes a small message of hope. My mom and dad kept every picture and every letter or postcard the children or I wrote - reading them is like reliving my whole life again...I am reminded once again who I was then and who I am now.
I don't really know where to go with all that I inherited, especially the bigger things like the dining room suite etc. in this small home, but for now I know that it is in my care and that is all that matters. My newly wed daughter and her husband came and scrubbed down the small Welsh dresser that my dad made with much care for my mom and it now has new life in their home. My dad would have been proud!
Finding the papers and now having proof that I really am from French decent has left me much to ponder on and I am inquisitive about this heritage.
Shortly after my dad passed away it was my eldest daughter's wedding. I tried to only concentrate on that to help make it the fairytale celebration and all she ever dreamt of. And it really was all of that! The day after returning home from the wedding venue my younger daughter, the bridesmaid and the young man who drove the car were involved in an accident. The Lord looked after them and they were not injured.
I am glad to say that with all of this God is in control. He knows every hair on my head. He has made me who I am. He knows the plans he has for me and in Him is my real heritage! Even though all of the above is important I know that even when I have nothing I am still something because He loves me just the way I am.