One of my prize possessions sits on a dresser in our bedroom. It’s one of the first things I would grab if the house was on fire.
It’s nothing fancy — just a little pitcher from an antique store — but inside it are several folded pieces of paper. Those are what I would want to save.
They’re letters — letters from my children on the eve of their wedding days, letters I’ve found after all the celebration has come to a close, letters that always let loose the tears that I’ve been holding in all day, letters I’ve read when I come home to a house that looks like this (that alone is enough to make you cry 😉 ).
You know how it is. Mothering is often a pretty thankless-looking job. We do the same things over and over again. What we do gets undone, and we do it again. What we do gets ignored, and we do it some more. What we do is sometimes even spurned, but we still need to do it.
And then you get one of those smiles or a hug, a sloppy kiss or a dandelion bouquet — a little reward along the way that is a tiny preview of the greater rewards God has in store for us at the end of our faithful, loving and imperfect service to our families.
This bundle of letters is one of those previews and I treasure it. It is a reminder of God’s grace that uses my feeble, fallen efforts as a means of showing His much greater love and faithfulness to my family. It is a reminder of far greater treasure that waits for me.
“Well done, good and faithful servant. You have been faithful over a little; I will set you over much. Enter into the joy of your master” (Matthew 25:21, ESV).
Now . . . I need to start cleaning!