Saturday
Today was the day…
I bought this! I am way too excited about buying this toy, especially as it’s probably already too small for Elsie, but it was so cute and I’ve wanted to get one for ages. It can go down from generation to generation.
I got it from a second hand shop and as I walked out, I found buttons in the ears. Press the button in the left ear and there is the sound of galloping. Press the button in the right ear and there is neighing. I’ve put it in the corner of the cottage for the moment. Maybe in the decades ahead when future family are scrolling through my endless words, they will come across this entry and have a date on which I bought the rocking horse.
Yesterday I was looking at Agar’s trunk.
This trunk has 3 names above me and there are now 2 below me. Agar was my great grandmother. I never met her.
Agar, Mops, Liz, Helga, Stacey, Elsie. At the moment it sits in my lounge but perhaps one day, Elsie will inherit it and my great granddaughter will be in line to get it.
And perhaps as I imagine the trunk going down the generations, the rocking-horse starts its journey as well.
Whenever I think to generations past, I wonder which ones were praying for me. As I pray for Stacey’s children and grandchildren, were their pray-ers praying for me? I know my parents prayed, but did they have great grandparents that had faith to believe that more than 100 years later, there would be descendants that walked the earth carrying their genes and having the faith that they prayed for?
That’s what faith is. Belief in those things we cannot see. Let me be the pray-er praying for my great, great grandchildren – that they will have faith – strong faith and trust that the words of the Bible are true and that they can have peace in a turbulent world. Jesus is there. 120 years from now, He is there.
So it’s not just a rocking horse – it’s not just a trunk. They are gifts to the coming generations, signs that we existed and that our actions influence their lives.
And while I’m here, talking about the faith that transcends centuries, let me remind you dear future family, this house, which I hope still stands in the century ahead, has Granny’s Bible (Mike’s Mom) cemented in the foundation – a gift from a pray-er – that our lives are founded on the Word of God and it is central to our being. If I had to do it again, I’d cement in the foundations, the Bibles of both my Mom and Dad. They were pray-ers and if any of us have faith today, they too get some credit. Granny’s Bible wrapped in plastic, ready for the concrete pour.
Isaiah 25:1
Lord, You are my God; I will exalt You and praise Your name, for in perfect faithfulness You have done wonderful things, things planned long ago.
The best is yet to come – we are only passing through.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Helga xx 🙂