I've had this little pink box in the back seat of my car forever, one of the few stragglers from the move. It usually resides in the closet or under the bed and it hasn't quite made it back there. This little box contains a few items from childhood, religious items. Holy cards, a crystal rosary, my very first bible, all from my First Communion when I was 7 years old. These items brought me back...didn't help that I was listening to Sirus and there happened to be a hip hop song playing...Heavy D. and the Boyz...I listened to them when I was 12.
As I sorted through, I came upon some more holy cards...these were different though. These were collected by my paternal grandmother, Antoinette. I miss her so. There were also various medals, Catholic medals of course. And then there were the pictures. Pictures from the 80s. Pictures of my family, my extended family, mama's old friends... And my uncle Alan. A Navy picture, I don't think he was more than 19. My uncle passed away from AIDS in 1991. He's another one I miss so much. Seeing that picture made my heart break and my eyes instantly fill with tears. Then I turned it over and read the prayer:
So often do I slip and fall
For so many times, my Lord
Sound familiar? Just read the last entry over. This little discovery fell into place with so many other little things that have been happening for me lately. Good things. Things that have made me think seriously about where my life is going. I think I've hit some sort of milestone or something. It's like, I can see what I need to do...and for once I'm excited! NOT scared! Thank you for the reminder...
1 comment:
isn't that they way sometimes when things just come together and a little light goes on. it's the little things like that that help to bring things to focus, and i think it was perfect timing for me to come on over and read this particular entry. so thank you.
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