The deep cleaning continued today. Up on the step ladder, down on my hands and knees — I don't think I missed an inch of the large master closet. Hooks and shelves holding clothing, shoes, belts, and hats line the walls; and one shelf in a small nook serves as a make-up table. There, where I can see them every day, are my three treasured statues of Mary, the mother of Jesus.
My mother gave me the two tall statues. She stood the white one on her windowsill "facing out" on my wedding day "so that it won't rain." And it didn’t. The blue one plays music with the turn of a small key on the bottom. She knew I loved and collected music boxes. The small statue came from the gift shop in the hospital where my dad spent the last month of his life. I bought it and took it up to his room where he held it in his hands and gazed at it a while, absorbed in some thought I still wonder about today, before eventually voicing his approval. It was the night before he left us to spend eternity with Jesus. Even with some of this statue's rose petals now broken, I'll never throw it away.
I praise you, Lord, for Mary's example of surrender to your will — an example of faithfulness for us all.
What sweet memories are brought to mind while you do your spring cleaning. I go into a closet, determined to clean out, through away, and end in the end, keep pretty much everything because of the memories associated with the items. Oh well, at least they're dusted off again. Beautiful picture you've created with these statues.
It seems that everything in your home has a special meaning or memory and the stories you share are so special. I love how you have put these Marys together to form such a special capture.
March 13th, 2020
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