Sunday, September 29, 2013


If you are a personal friend, you know it's been a long month for me. I can't and won't go into every circumstance, but if you're reading this, say a prayer for me... a prayer that my dependence, approval and happiness is in the Lord.

Two stories I will share with you are about treasures. Last weekend Boss and I went to the CMH Burgundy Ball. It was fantastic like always! I picked my dress and once again Boss AMAZED me with his ability to pick-out my shoes. If you've never heard, he's quite the fashion/color expert. Someday I plan on doing a whole blog around his hidden talent.

ANYWAYS, after about an hour of being home I realized the diamond from my wedding ring was missing. Correction: not just the diamond but the whole "head" - diamond, prongs and 2 tier diamond halo around the diamond. UGH, we have looked and looked, including using a metal detector. As Jase on Duck Dynasty says "He Gone" I will tell ya "It Gone!"
Twice Boss had offered to replace my wedding ring with new and bigger. Twice we both agreed the original diamond he had chosen was special and perfect. Now, sadly, we have no choice.

Story #2: When I was 12, I lost my precious Grandma to cancer. Less than a year after that my Grandpa married Carol. Carol and Grandpa immediately "re-did" my Grandma's house. All new things, all new furniture, it was Carol's house now (and rightfully so.)

Nothing in the house was familiar. Nothing was Grandma's.

Carol had a style about her, she still does. She had expensive furniture and designer decor, it was NOT child-friendly. Carol wasn't mean but she wasn't use to kids, she had never had any of her own.

There was one thing of Carol's I was drawn to, one thing I loved and looked forward to seeing, one thing I could count on to make me feel "at home" and that was a big, fat Aunt Jemima cookie jar. Aunt Jemima wore a red, polka-dot dress and she had warm, friendly, loving eyes. She seemed like a real Grandma to me. She hardly ever held cookies, but it was always fun to hope. Over the years, Aunt Jemima helped Carol seem like a Grandma to me.

And over the years, my love for Carol grew. She has taken amazing care of my Grandpa, she has taught me spiritually, she allowed me to stay with them some through college. Recently she has taught me a lesson on loving others, even when they seem un-love-able. When having a bad day, I love to stop by her assisted living apartment in Bolivar and get a hug, she always has a kind, Godly word for me... and guess who else I got to see??? Aunt Jemima!

Yesterday, my mom and dad came to town and we were helping Carol move some more things from her house to her apartment. Upon leaving, I noticed something was gone. "Carol, where is Aunt Jemima??" She quickly replied "Oh I want you to take her if you want her, she doesn't really match in here (still stylish), goodness knows you've earned her with all the help you give me." Carol produced my Aunt Jemima from under the counter.

My mind immediately started racing about where I would proudly display her, also wondered if she would be offensive to anyone? As soon as I got home, I placed her on the counter. Chapel had to go to a party so mom and I rushed out the door with him. We hadn't gotten to the party yet when my phone rang,

(long silent pause)
"I dropped your lady"

My heart sunk (and still does). Aunt Jemima sat safely in Carol's house for YEARS. She didn't make it in my for longer than an hour.
So what is the moral to these stories? I keep thinking of the verses

"Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal:
 But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal:
 For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also."

And they are true! Somehow though, and maybe you can help me, I don't feel like they apply in these situations. Our world, and especially me, is so guilty of not valuing anything. Everything seems replaceable, throwaway and get new. 

I'm thinking the lesson for me is to value and appreciate things more, not to make them a god, but to take care of things, appreciate the memories and especially the people that are tied to them.

1 comment:

Katie Adams said...

I saw the picture of Aunt Jemimah on Instagram and finally had time to read the story. My heart sank for you :-( I hope you have a better month in October. On the brightside, you have a husband who picks out killer shoes!! Lucky girl!
P.S. Tell Deacon "Awesome game last night!" From the Adams Family!

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