It was the day my mother died.
She was a woman who loved nice things with every suit that she ever owned hanging neatly in her walk in closet long after she retired. She had a habit of neatly keeping track of all of her beloved possessions from Hummels to teddy bears. Did I mention, she was a collector?
But on her last day, none of those things mattered or were even remembered for dementia had erased so many things and precious memories. Still, her greatest possession and treasure of all filled the room that day, even if she wasn't aware of it. It was the gift of love that God restored between us.
After so many years or strife, pain and misunderstanding in our relationship a miracle of mercy erased it all and replaced it with the golden currency of forgiveness through grace.
It's the heavenly treasure that was stored up and waiting to be received all those years. And in the end, it enriched us in ways that I never even inagined.
I pray that you open your arms...and your heart to receive that kind of treasure because you can take it with you such that you will never be wanting again.
