My husband came home from the grocery store with a 1943 nickel.
🔹Why does this stir delight in me?
Do I love 1943?
Am I coin collector?
Is it because it is worth $2.00 due to actual silver contents?
Although I am not a coin collector, this is indeed worth $2.00 instead of the $.05 we’re accustom.
I do love history.
🔹 1943 is one of those years-
I imagine- was comforting, confusing… complicated…
Hopeful & Tense.
We were exiting the Great Depression … just as WWII was stirring.
Like Impressionism, we see the strokes most vividly in the present… Yet, it also requires a lot of looking back to appreciate the full scope of any period of time.
As you can imagine, sending a firstborn off to college stirs a whole lot of looking back…
There were days in the toddler years – I am pretty sure I was the worst parent to ever graze this planet.
Then, there were teen conversations where I remember real listening & real sharing. Realizing this child of ours is
now a man.
And so many dull, daring, daunting, & delirious days in between.
How we… How I Love… Reflects my response to Him.
🔹Am I loving Him
heart, soul, mind, strength style?
🔹 Is He spilling the Fruit of His Spirit all around through me … or despite of me?
Looking back, I wouldn’t want to trade all the learning & loving for any façade of a perfect plan played out.
This vintage nickel reminds me how hard fought Liberty is …
Jesus paid the price.
I spent way too much time wishing I could offer perfection to our children.
Like 1943, we live freely…
with Hope & Tension.
Oh, to not get in the way … wanting full pictures when the His faithful, colorful strokes give us plenty to pause & praise.
Trusting past & future to His Grace.