Sunday, December 08, 2013
Today GS is 22 months old. What a gift he's been to me.
I look at this little guy, so full of life and enthusiasm and I know that nothing I have experienced in my life is worth going back and mulling over. I have seen some bad times and I have sat on mountaintops, and I like it better up here in the better place. I was plagued with depression and abuse, but God gave me my daughter as a gift and a tool to lead me to higher ground. I won't look back on the negatives, I won't dwell on the grief and the misery, I won't float in the black waters when He has given me joy unspeakable. We have all had moments in our lives that make us shudder..but in the end, it's today that matters. I can't go back and change anything, but I can change what I choose to do today. And that's what my spark is all about...making the best I can out of the salvaged parts of a troubled life. I'm content...but I am driven to be more than I am. Commitment, determination, and hope ...and a few more seasonings like having a busy little man to share my world is well worth the daily focus.
My pastor used a very old illustration in his message this morning that made me relook at my program and evaluate my choices.
He told the well known story of a man and his son. They were wealthy and their hobby was collecting fine art. Their mansion was filled with selections from around the world, Picasso, Van Gogh and so many other paintings and pieces that were gathered as they traveled the world. But the times were troubled and the young man was not exempt from the draft and was called up and sent to war. A few months later, his father was sent word that the boy was killed in action. He lost all desire for life and took no pleasure in anything. Time passed and he was isolated in his house full of treasure, but joy was not a part of his surroundings. Christmas came and he sat in the darkness and cried for his son. There was a knock at the door. He started to ignore it and then went to see who would be so heartless to interrupt him. At the door was a young man who asked to step in. He introduced himself and then told the story. " I was with your son the day he died. He lost his life saving mine and I needed to see you and tell you and bring you this." He put a large package into the old man's hands. "I'm an artist and painted this in honor of your son. I want you to have it. He has made my life possible."
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted out of respect and love. The next day, every masterpiece was taken down off the walls of the house and placed in storage and the painting of the son was placed over the mantle.
Several years later the old man died and his lawyer, per the will, sent notices to galleries, collectors and museums around the world and the date was set for all of the art, worth millions of dollars, to be auctioned. The main hall of the mansion was packed and restless with anticipation at the possibilities to see and bid on such a magnificent collection. The opening gavel hit the podium.
"First up for bid. This is a portrait painted by an unknown artist that was the last piece added to the collection of the estate."
"Who is it" Who painted it"Where is the real art""Why are you wasting our time" were some of the comments and questions that poured out of the elite group of participants. The auctioneer ignored then and began the bidding. "One hundred dollars. Who will give me one hundred." No one offered anything, still grumbling and upset that they were being insulted by the presentation. The auctioneer paused...and waited...and listened ...and finally from the back of the room a voice was heard. "I only have 10.00 but I knew the boy. I will bid what I have." The auctioneer called out, "going once, twice, .....sold"and the group laughed and nudged each other that the bothersome distraction was done. Now would come the real auction.
The auctioneer folded up his list of items and put on his coat. "Where are you going, what's the next item?" called out several potential bidders. He turned to the crowd, stepped back up to the podium and announced, "the auction is over. The painting that was just sold was the son of the collector. He left explicit instructions for the auction. Whoever chose the son got everything."
We sometimes see choices in our lives as trivial and worthless, but every thing we do in our daily life has an effect on ourselves and those around us. Let's decide, as we get ready for those new year resolutions, to make good choices on a daily basis. It will be worth it in the end.
Be blessed, be healthy, and Keep Sparkin'!!