Willard and I went to the nursing home this morning for our usual Friday singing and Bible lesson. lol I truly believe that Willard and I are the ones learning from the experience. Mr Maynard has a way of telling the most wonderful stories of anyone I know. Some of which are just a few years old and some of many years ago. Today he was telling a story about a sheet, yes a white flat bed sheet. He told the story of when he came home from the army right after the war. Which war I couldn't tell you, because I did not want to interrupt his story by asking. He said he came home to a bed sheet hanging on his house with welcome home painted on it. He told of all his family,neighbors and friends that had signed the sheet. I could see he was mentally going back in time by the smile on his face. He told of how when he came to the nursing home,his son had taken care of the sale of his home and the dispensing of his belongings to different people. Then a puzzling look came across his face, as he seemed to wonder to himself, whether or not his son kept the sheet. He didn't seem at all worried about his house nor his belonging. It was an old sheet, decades old with no value except the sweet sentimental signatures of people now long passed. That was what he cared about.
As we live our lives, we seem to think that things are important. our homes, our furniture etc, etc. But as we lose all that we thought was so valuable to us, we start to realize just as Mr. Maynard has, that it's not the riches we had that we remember or yearn for. It's the love we shared with people, the sentimental things that touch the heart.
Today I was enriched my the telling of this story by this sweet gentleman. It reminds me too, that when we think all is lost. The love we carry in our hearts, and the sweet memories we have will be with us ever into eternity.
Until next time God bless and God save.