Homeschooling my children taught me the art of looking at things more closely--to examine with the intent of noticing intricacies, patterns, and messages to my heart. There is an excitement that rises up in me when I take the time to study God's creation with the expectation that it has something to say to me personally. I am trying to impart that excitement to my grandchildren.
Kenzie and I have both been blessed enough to find what we are calling creek glass. Sea glass sounds so much better, but we are at the creek not at the sea. And chances are it is just smoothed off chunks of beer bottles, but who cares if it is pretty and we consider it a treasure.
Nate was the one who noticed details. He had an artist's eye. When we went to the beach, he would spend hours sifting through the sand in search of shark teeth. And he would find them. Every time.
The last time we were at the cabin, I commented to Kenzie that Nate would have loved searching for creek glass with us. He would have loved the cabin. She agreed and then asked, "Grandma, did Nate ever see the cabin?"
She really had no concept that there would be no cabin if there was no accident. She does not know what it cost us to have the cabin, the place where we would rediscover the joy of smiling again. She is young, free from the need to contemplate such things. She is able to search for treasures without the emotion of loss or without the effort that it takes for me to search.
And for that I am grateful. And it does make me smile even if there are tears in my eyes.
And we will display our treasures and treat them to a place of honor for they are gifts from our heavenly Father. And they remind us of the hope that is in us.
Day 13: Looking for treasures makes me smile.
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