Something Beautiful

      Once upon a time in my youth, I wanted to be the mom of a big family.  I think I’ve mentioned it before.  Some things hindered me from that becoming a reality.  First of all, I had such a poor opinion of myself that I couldn’t imagine anyone ever really loving me, let alone marrying me.  A friend of mine and her husband had a baby.  One evening as I held him in my arms babysitting alone in that big house, I understood how precious this little life was and I wept.  The weeping was for myself because I couldn’t imagine ever actually having a child of my own.  No one loved me and I was alone and there was no husband and no child in my foreseeable future.

Fast forward to this morning.

I was looking through my jewelry box because I was in the mood to wear a ring.  It doesn’t happen too often because I work in healthcare and washing my hands is a constant demand.  I slipped my mother’s ring on thinking about how much I love my family.  This was a good day to wear it.  It wasn’t a gift from anyone.  I purchased it myself because I thought it was beautiful.  The stones are pretty together and the colors seem to harmonize.  Placing it on my finger, I left for work, quite pleased to be wearing it. It’s very pretty isn’t it?

family ring

As I walked out to the car I thought about my past and how I never thought for a second that I would be wearing a ring with this many stones.  Who would believe that I would one day be married to such a wonderful husband!  And further, I only had one son! How did I end up with this cloud of stones?  As I drove toward the freeway, I thought “Thank you Lord, for my family. Thank you for your blessings.  I am humbled by your love.”

Resurrection Sunday and Passover happen almost simultaneously this year.  When this happens I really see the roots of my beliefs – it truly is Judeo-Christian in nature.

As I pulled into traffic and made my way to the travel lane, I heard the radio announcer on my Christian radio station say that only 1/10 of 1% of the people of Israel believe in Jesus.  It hurt my heart to think that. Imagine if my children didn’t know or love me.  So what if there were many.  It is only the love and knowledge that they are my children that beautifies this ring.

When I arrived at work, a little lady and I were talking and as usual the subject of the Bible came up and she pointed to her morning reading and said, “I don’t understand this.  Can you help me with it?”  When I read the words on the page, I could hardly believe my eyes.

“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often would I have gathered your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing! See, your house is left to you desolate. For I tell you, you will not see Me again, until you say, ‘Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.’”  Matthew 23:37-39

It still brings tears to my eyes.

I told my friend that God really loves His family and they have rejected Him.  I told her of a story I once heard about men who were walking in the aftermath of a forest fire and they found a bird that had burned to death sitting on the ground.  One of those walking knocked the bird over and from beneath its wings a brood of chicks came running out into the world.  That bird protected its young even to its own death.  That is what God was saying to Jerusalem.  He was about to love them so much that He was going to die.  He wanted to love them and protect them but they were not willing. And so devastation came to Jerusalem and until 1948 the nation of Israel was scattered to every country on this earth.

One day the nation of Israel will say, “Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.”  Until then we pray for the peace of Jerusalem.

There is a very interesting thing that I noticed on my ring today that I had noticed before but felt it was silly for me to think about.  After all, I had purchased it myself.  I think the ring was meant to be a gift.  If you look at it from the side, it says in gold:  “I love you” with a tiny heart in the middle.

i love you

It reminds me of Isaiah 43 verse 4.  Go ahead.  Look it up.

Thank you Lord, for doing for me what I could never have done.  You mean more to me than many sons.  You are my God and my Love.  You are precious in my eyes also.  May my life honor you.  Thank you for my family and Yours.

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