Keeping it Real...
Welcome! No matter how you found this, God knew you'd be here today. May you absorb the message He has for you. In 2011 I shared through my writing, today I've learned there is more to me than just writing. I have the energy and passion to share with others. Sometimes through Facebook live and others with my blog and most importantly, I've learned my passion to cook and bake is a vessel to share my writing and live presentations, while glorifying God in the process. I just needed to let go, and follow His lead.
To most, these probably look like two old broken sticks. If this is your thought then you would be correct but I have a secret, they represent so much more. These two unique and matured pieces of wood are evidence of friendship, memories, and love.
Today they rest on the pavement outside my Dad's garage but when I was younger, they were used to help Dad and his best bud, Wick, through the muck in the swamp. A picture of these two great friends is below, both influential and special in my life.
Of course a quick buzz with the saw would make them great kindling to start the wood stove's fire this winter but the thought of cutting up a memory is sad. There might come a time when these two sticks will need to be cut but for now they serve as a reminder...of friendship, hunting, and family.
Side Note: After posting this blog I learned Dad passed two sticks to Wick's son, Matt. Matt gave them to his so, Colton, as family heirloom of sorts. In memory of Wick, they plan to return the sticks to the pond boat for their duck hunting adventure. Two sticks of friendship passed down to two sticks of father-son bonding. God is good.
Personally, I have a couple coffee mugs that sit on my shelf. Each given to me by Heidi. One for passing my road test and the other for graduation. She used her own money and gave me a "mug of love" full of fresh flowers for these two special occasions.
Someone might think it is odd to have coffee mugs on a shelf in your bedroom but for me...they are a memory. A small way to remember the generosity of my sister and the love we shared.
The little teddy bear is from Heidi too, it held a birthday balloon one year. I was spoiled...I miss her. The little wicker circular container holds my first "Where's Heidi?" and "Missing: Heidi M. Allen" buttons from April 1994. The dust on the shelf is a reminder that I am human.
These are a couple of my tactile memories, what is one of yours.
What item (or items, lol) do you
have laying around your house, garage,
or yard that others might think
"Why do you keep that?"
BUT you know the love
and story behind it?
Will you share a memory with us?
Lisa M Buske
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