Up in the attic...
..Down on my knees...
Lifetime of boxes, timeless to me.
Letters and photographs yellowed with years. Some bringing laughter, some bringing tears.
Time never changes the memories, the faces of loved ones who bring to me, all that I come from and all that I live for and all that I'm going to be..
My precious family is more than an heirloom to me.
Wisemen and shepherds down on their knees..
Bringing their treasures to lay at His feet.
Who was this wonder baby yet King?
Living and dying, He gave life to me.
Time never changes the memory, the moment His love first pierced through me. Telling all that I come from and all that I live for and all that I'm going to be.
My precious Saviour is more than an heirloom to me.
{Bob Farrell, Brown Bannister, Amy Grant}
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Years ago my mother gave me her Nativity that she'd had since the 40's and it has been so very special to me. I always remember her setting it up when I was little.
And a few years ago my dad and step- mom gave me my mother's Christmas ornaments..some she had bought and some she had made. I love to showcase them on a small tree in our dining room.
I made the memory box shortly after she died...almost 20 years ago.
I think about her every day, but it's when I'm setting up the Nativity do I get really nostalgic...remembering my mom handling each piece and letting me set the baby Jesus in the manger. Remembering her joy and excitement over Christmas..the decorating, the baking..all of it. In our home I'm surrounded by many of her things..heirlooms...they remind me of her and make me smile. But the one heirloom from her that I treasure the most is the reason why we celebrate Christmas. My mother instilled in me a joy and faith and hope in Jesus that never wavers, and like the song..it is more than an heirloom to me!
Blessings to you this coming season! I am excited to share and participate in the upcoming festivities in Blogland!!
(Starting with Marty over at A Stroll Thru Life!)