“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:19 (NIV)
I had been sorting through her boxes all day, deciding which things to discard, donate, or keep. It was getting late and I was tired, mentally and physically. So, when I sat down on her bed with the last box for the day, I had no expectations…except to get a good night’s sleep.
But when I opened that last little box, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
It was filled with Baby Tina things. My birth announcement. A still wrapped “it’s a girl” cigar. My first birthday cake candle. A tarnished little spoon.
And, one tiny yellow sock.
I carefully removed each piece from the box as if I were handling priceless jewels.
Because to me, that’s what they were.
Especially that tiny yellow sock. I could picture my Mama putting it on my newborn foot as she held me in her arms.
After indulging for an hour or so, I put the lid on the box, carried it over to the “keep” pile, and headed to bed.
A few days later, when it was time to load up the “keep” boxes to take to my home, I decided I wanted to carry the Baby Tina box separately.
But I couldn’t find it.
Frantically, I opened every single box in the house.
When I still couldn’t find it, I thought perhaps I put it in the “donate” pile by mistake.
My heart was racing as I went to each of my donation spots and shared my story.
At one place, the young man looked at me, without an ounce of sympathy, and said “Lady, do you know how many donations we get in here each day? If it was here, it’s gone now.”
My optimism flew out the window.
I knew he was right.
And at that moment, I tried my hardest to be grateful that I had even found it…and that now, I had to let it…and the tiny yellow sock…go.
And I did. I really did.
So today, on this snow-filled Sunday, I decided to pull out some of the “keep” boxes for a second look. Can I share my heart with you? I haven’t really cared for Sundays since July, when my Mom died on the last one at 4:30 pm and sometimes…not all the time….but sometimes…on Sunday afternoons I feel a wave of sorrow pass over me.
I pulled the blind up all the way to the top, to let the daylight come in. Then, I opened each box, reminiscing through the pictures and cards and notes that were so much a part of my sentimental Mom.
When I opened the final box, I lifted the lid and couldn’t believe my eyes…again.
There it was.
The tiny yellow sock.
And all the other Baby Tina treasures.
I just sat there and stared at it…
Until the sunshine broke through the clouds and into my Sunday afternoon.
I looked at the clock and it was 4:30 pm.
I’m not kidding you, Friend.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I thanked my Heavenly Father, who reminded me that He cares about me.
Right down to that tiny yellow sock.
Dear one, whatever you are facing today, God cares about you too.
Nothing is too big or too small for His love.
You may be in a waiting period, wondering what He is doing and why He is taking so long.
You may be praying for healing or hope for a loved one or for yourself.
Or you may have walked away from Him a long time ago because you thought He walked away from you.
It doesn’t matter where you are.
Because His love is bigger, His timing is better, and His comfort shows up in ways we can’t even imagine.
We just have to trust Him.
How do I know?
Tiny yellow sock.
Spread your joy,