cogitatio

It's been a rough year for our family, first my grandma (Dad's mom) passed away in the summer, then last fall her house, the family farm burned to the ground. It's taken me a long time but I finally accept it. Everything you see happens for a reason, the division of an estate can rip a family apart and that is exactly what was happening to ours. Grandma was the queen bee of the hive and without her guiding hand the family was bickering over the memories in the home, the heirlooms that should have brought memories of her love for us were instead dividing us. I went home the day after the fire and was broken, walking through the rubble and ash that was left I was hurt by what I saw, by how much was lost. If you havn't experienced a fire just know that it is the worst kind of destruction possible, it utterly destroys, it's a mess and it stinks. Shuffling through the shell that remained of her house I was saddened by what I saw, until I got to what had been the kitchen, the fire had started here and everything was utterly destroyed, everything but my grandmother's coffee mug, one that I had gotten her a few years before inscribed around it's lip is psalm 118:24, This is the day which the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it. Though I still miss her and the countless heirlooms lost to the fire I have this mug as a reminder from her that I shouldn't get caught up in what happened yesterday, but that I should rejoice in these moments and look forward to the future.

It's taken awhile to hear them but her words are still coming through. Thanks Grandma.