Moments Matter

I am gearing up to teach another class at church beginning tomorrow.  The devotions will be based on a book entitled A Love Worth Giving but the goal of the class is simply to walk away at the end of ten weeks with a book filled with evidence of God's love for us and our love for Him. It's not about the layouts and designs and creativity factor.  It is much more about being aware of the moments {that we may think are mundane} that truly make up our life.  Though I love doing things like this, I have fresh motivation from my visit with my sister earlier this month.

You see, I stayed in her guest room, which is really her scrapbooking room, which is really a tribute to our mom. All of her supplies are neatly organized and tucked away in a dresser, closet and armoire.  The surfaces and bookcase are filled with mementos of our mom's life. The walls are decorated with old and charming photos. She pointed me to a group of journals my mom had kept and invited me to read whatever I wanted.  Then she brought out a stack of handmade "books" that she had used the bind-it-all to bind. As I looked through them, I was in awe as each "book" represented a year in which my sister had collected the letters that she and my mom had written to each other. What a treasure! You see, my mom kept a tub of our letters and cards that we had given her through the years. Diane has gone completely through hers, organized everything by date and lovingly crafted it into something even more meaningful. It was amazing to be able to read our mom's words in her own writing! I know someday it will be a treasure to my nephew and his wife but that is not the primary reason Diane did all this. She did it for herself and to show the value that these letters have to her.  Unbeknownst to me, Diane had taken two letters in particular, photocopied them and sent them to one of my daughters who has been through a particularly difficult year. They were from my mom and sent to Diane when she was about the same age as my daughter and also facing difficult circumstances and choices.  She wanted 'grandma's' words and spirit to be an encouragement even though she is not physically here with us. My daughter received those letters the day I arrived in California and loved them!

I know for a fact my mom did not necessarily consider herself wise, but we know she was. I also know that she never intended to send one of those letters to my sister.  It says so in the opening two lines of the letter. She certainly never would have envisioned them being used to encourage and admonish a granddaughter. However, because Diane has lovingly taken care of them, she knew exactly where they were and which ones to send.  I don't consider the cards and letters that I write to be extraordinary either. I have just learned that I best express myself through written, not spoken words and so I try to remain faithful to write.  The experience at my sister's and with my daughter has motivated me, not only to continue writing to my daughters, but to also journal my ordinary days in my own imperfect handwriting.

That is also what I will tell my class tomorrow night.  Write down your thoughts; express your hearts and do it all in your own handwriting. One day it may be a priceless treasure to someone! 

Taking Care of the Moments With You,


About debbierivers

I love to share what I can whenever I can. My goal is to live simply and love lavishly. I enjoy inspiring others with my writing. I am married to Steve and am the mother to two beautiful daughters, Hannah and Jenna, and grandmother to Kinsley. My desire is to encourage and to bless others through my life and my words.
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1 Response to Moments Matter

  1. Be still my heart! I love this!

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