[When you share Joy]
This is SO nice! Let me tell ya what I’m thinking about! This morning I recieved a very pleasant email from a friend, who shared pictures of an old book that once belonged to his mother. It was an old music book that had been given to her in the late 1930’s. She had majored in music in college, and had been a music teacher, teaching mostly 8 year olds, but later taught ages 6-12. He writes, “since I wasn’t “into” classical music, I’d never thought to ask her questions about what she learned in college, but since I became interested 12-13 years ago, there have been numerous times that I would have loved to ask her questions.”.
I enjoyed reading about his mother, and the pictures that he sent along. It’s always so nice to here from a friend; to share those memories; those thoughts; the joy, and even our sorrows. Life is meant to be shared. His email sparked thoughts of my own treasured book that once belonged to my grandma–a book of poetry titled: “Womens Weekly Bedside Book,” by Jean Morten.
First, I have to say that I love old books! In a world that can be so crass and careless with it’s words, I love the elegance and humbleness that old books can hold. The fact that this book once belonged to my grandma makes it even more special. Not only are it’s pages filled with comforting verse, the first page is addressed to my grandma with these words: “I like to feel in all the work thou hast to do, that I, by lifting hands of prayer, may help thee too.” Isn’t that so nice? On the back page of the book in pencil reads: “September 25, 1939. A very good book.”. I agree, it is a very good book!
My grandma had a beautiful spirit, so it’s no surprise to me that she received such a beautiful gift, and such kind wishes. When I received this book, and flipped through it’s pages I was also pleasantly surprised by an index card that was tucked away in it’s pages. The card read: “Conclusion for Handicapped Tape or Paper Page 41.”
It was my grandpa who used to make recordings, and apparently write ups for those in need of encouraging words. So it was wonderful to find not only a piece of my grandma, but also my grandpa, to treasure. When I went searching for that index card today, I found it on page 41 and the poem that my grandpa intended on sharing was titled this: “Sharing.”
‘How appropriate,’ I thought. What a blessing it is to share, and to have others share with you. So, I’d love to share with you, this poem about sharing. I hope it warms your heart as much as this morning warmed my own heart.
When you’re very weary, and the way looks drear,
It’s just a word of comfort that you long to hear, just a smile of greeting when the world’s unkind,
Just someone to whisper, “Dearest, never mind.”
When you’re feeling happy and your dreams come true, give a word of comfort to other people who
Haven’t got a sunbeam spread before their feet,
For it’s only when you share joy that joy can be complete.