It had happened before, but that didn’t make it any easier. Six inches of muddy water from a torrential rainfall in early October swamped eight boxes of family memorabilia in our basement. I “forgot” to even think about the damage for a week. Then I began the task of separating sodden pictures, newspaper clippings and letters – pile by pile, box by box. I was overwhelmed.
Five hours into this work I came across a slip of paper. My mother had written this scripture:
But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.
The blessing was reassuring. It grounded me as I continued the work, which included incorporating a narrative Mother had written years ago, which I had found after the flood, as I labored to finish her biography.
The Holy Spirit is alive and well.
Thanks be to God, for this latest Gift. Amen.