[Give and it will be given]
Many years ago my grandma gave me 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 made recordings, and apparently write ups for those in need of encouraging words. He also was an avid CB’r, making many friends that he loved to correspond with. Apparently they loved him dearly too. He had quite a large post card collection to prove it! Grandpa D also wrote some of his own poetry. My dad said that he would have had his own blog. So I’m glad to know that by sharing his poetry and love for the Lord that I’m doing something he would be pleased with.
It’s not only wonderful to have a piece of my grandma, but also a little bit of my grandpa to treasure as well. When I went searching for that index card today, I found it on page 41. 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 us. So, I’d love to share with you, this poem about sharing. I hope it warms your heart as much as it warms my own heart. Life is meant to be shared.
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.
“Give, and it will be given to you. Good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, will be put into your lap. For with the measure you use it will be measured back to you.” —Luke 6:38 (ESV)