“What’s in the box, Dad?” I asked, as my father arrived to share a birthday meal with my husband and me.
“It’s a bunch of stuff your mom saved when you were a kid. I found it in the garage.”
“Oh …” I trailed off. I didn’t want to spend my birthday digging through mementos. Rich took the carton to our garage.
Months later, I still haven’t examined its contents. Oh, I peeked one day. I saw two copies of my second grade school picture. The photos, faded over forty-five years, reminded me of pansies pressed between the pages of a book: a little faded, fragile, but clinging to hints of their beauty.
[Today I’m honored to be guest-posting at my friend Nancy Franson’s place, Out of My Alleged Mind. Please hop on over to read the rest of the story.]
5 Trust in the Lord with all your heart
And do not lean on your own understanding.
6 In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He will make your paths straight.
Proverbs 3:5-6 (NASB)