A Wonderful Gift

Have you ever gotten a gift that just stops you in your tracks?

When my aunt and uncle gave me a puppy on Christmas Eve, now that stopped me in my tracks.

Two Christmases ago, a friend gave me a framed Wordle-like picture of words I had blogged about my Grams; now I almost lost my breath when I opened it.

My Grandmother Richardson gave me a quilt she made, now, that stopped me in my tracks. So much time. So much patience.

I love receiving gifts. Let's be real. Who doesn't?

Trust me, I get really excited about laundry detergent or a new pack of socks.  I get tickled-pink when someone gives me a treat or an apple.

But, sometimes, you just get those gifts...that touch.  They touch a fiber in your core. They bring forward a fiber that had been buried from the days of the past. They bring back a memory.

I got a yellow package in the mail. I noticed the return address was a friend of ATL Kat.

Inside was this...

This gift touches my past, present, and future.  Rugby Road was the street I lived on for 3 years in college. The scripture is needed always as the future yields. While the heart is made from paint peeled off the historic Beta Bridge on Rugby Road.

Whenever, I look at this I have mixed emotions...the glory days of college...the glory days of now...the glory days of tomorrow.

Moral of the Story:  God has yet to forsake me. Thank God.