Look for Beauty in This World
Dear Friends – My husband Greg and I are downsizing our 25 years of STUFF. It is so easy to forget how much STUFF we accumulate over the years. What is amazing for me is all the STUFF that I have kept because it brought me some pleasure or comfort to remember it and keep it near. For me, those things are usually kept in a box tucked neatly away somewhere in a pile of other boxes.
The hardest thing to part with are the old family pics. I am determined to go through each of the many boxes of photos – framed and unframed – so that my kids don’t need to worry about it. So . . . I started that process, sorting, purging, eliminating the many pics that did not stir my heart. I felt happy during this process – remember the many great memories and experiences I was given as gifts in this lifetime. I kept singing silently to myself “what a wonderful world”.
There was one photo that took my breath away. Growing up we had a long couch, which must have been 8 feet long. Crammed onto that couch were my father Mac, brother James, sister Ree, sister Lois, and Lois’ husband Greg. They have all departed this earth – all of them in one photo. I imagined that they joined my Mom, Cammie, and I thought they must all be so happy together – dancing, singing, praying, watching over us – doing all those things that make their heart sing.
After a moment, I was reminded of my own mortality. I envisioned that one day I will meet them where they are and we will embrace and give thanks that we are eternally connected. I thought of this verse –
I see friends shaking hands, saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying, "I love you" “
The magical, mystical rainbow always appears after the storm. Rainbows somehow make me feel connected to my loved ones, especially my son Eric. I wonder what beauty they hold looking down from up above, it must be beauty beyond words.
While some of the most important people in my life are not on this earth, I remember all the beauty that remains in my life, all the little things like the baby’s cry, skies of blue and clouds of white, green trees and red roses too, and love that I carry in my heart for the many people that I love – those that I can see and those that I can’t. Hard as it may be on some days after loss, keep looking and be open so that beauty can find you.