As the final days of Advent unfold, our morning prayer continues via zoom at 8am Today’s #AdventWord is generations and this quote from Sister Parish reminded me of my mother who died in earlier this year.
Sister Parish
Even the simplest wicker basket can become priceless when it is loved and cared for through the generations of a family.
My mother gave me the basket pictured below many years ago. For a number of years she taken to gifting me things of hers that she knew I would treasure as my birthday present. Those things have become the most precious of things, this basket among them.
I remember her carrying shopping home in it, till she started to drive, then it housed knitting for a while. Then, it sat with reusable bags in it, latterly she kept paperwork in it, before it appear with a bow tied around the handle for my birthday about 12 years or so ago. I also remember, as a child, being given it to collect shopping and the heavy basket bashing against my leg as I tried to find a comfortable way to carry it. I remember filling it with treats for guests at parties, and it has accompanied me to church on many occasion as a prop or to just as a basket.
Today, on this the shortest day of the year, I will fill this basket with virtual memories of my mum and of other people I will miss this Christmastime. Why don’t you join me?
Merry Christmas Kirstin!
I love this basket as it is cherished possession to you although it is not an expensive object it is priceless to you as it is full of beautiful memories that money cannot buy and your mum’s love!!!!
Kind Regards
Scott Pender
Merry Christmas Scott, I hope you had a wonderful day.
Blessings Kirstin