Five years ago, my daughter Stephanie lived in England for a few months. In October, while she was there I crossed the pond for a visit. One cold morning she took me to the Portobello Market in Notinghill. It was there in Notinghill that I unknowingly received a message that crossed continents, time, and I’m just going to say it…space.
It was old and I’m a slave to all things old, especially books, also it was small enough to easily fit into my luggage, so I bought it.
Little did I know I was being given a gift. A gift from 1938. A gift from Somerset England. I believe a gift straight from God. I thought during this Thanksgiving season, this gift may be for some of you too.
Only two years had passed since my brother left. (We lost him after a heroic battle with Ewings Sarcoma) When I got back from England Thanksgiving was fast approaching, only our second holiday season without David. Sadness clouded everything. I could hear it in my mom’s voice when we tried to plan Thanksgiving dinner. Daddy wasn’t talking, which is never a good sign and Baby Sister (Debra) was depressed and didn’t care who knew it.
I often go to books when I’m sad. One morning I picked up the little volume from Notinghill. I hadn’t really given it a through going over since I bought it and opening the front cover I felt warm when I saw this…
I knew it was a God Thing…I had cards printed, you can see it better on the card…
But just in case, I’ve also printed it below the card…
In case you can’t read it, here’s what it says…
There are two ways of treating the memories of past joys.
One is to mourn over their loss and make them a source
of melancholy and regret.
The other is to count them among our
treasures of blessings and keep them
always as a reason for thankfulness.
~Berrow, Somerset 1938
I knew this was The Father giving me a different way to think about loosing David. Like I said I had cards printed with this on them and sent the to my family and close friends. Some of my family didn’t see this as a message to them. Maybe it was just for me. Sometimes it’s just too soon to let go of meloncholy and regret.
The message changed me that very day. But just three years later when Mom left, it took me awhile to embrace anew it’s beauty and meaning. This Thanksgiving will be our third without Mom here. And this year through tears, I can finally “count (my memories of Mom) among my (most precious) treasures and keep them as a reason for thankfulness. ”
If you’ve recently lost someone this may be too much for you right now, but I woke up this morning compelled write this. I pray that someone will find comfort in looking back over your memories of past joys and adding them to your treasure of blessings, keeping them always as a reason for thankfulness…
With so much love and so many prayers ~Robin