Saturday, January 1, 2011


But God will look to every soul like its first love because He is its first love. Your place in heaven will seem to be made for you and you alone, because you were made for it—made for it stitch by stitch as a glove is made for a hand. C.S. Lewis

I love and treasure first times. First time I saw John. First time I held John David. When I met John Sebastian and became "Grandma." First word in my prayer language, "Mahalo."(Thank you)

How it is that God loves each of us first and best is a mystery. How we each have the status of a firstborn son or daughter even more so. Some of us have never had our name called or seen it in print. Have not had any special recognition for our looks or our efforts, but that is coming. Our Father treasures us. He is a saver of all the mementos of our lives and one of these days we will get to hear about what He has been saving.

When my Grandmother Cavanaugh died we found a trunk she kept under her bed. It was full of handmade cards, locks of hair, report cards, baby teeth and one long forgotten smelly rubber baby doll. (More about that doll in a later blog) There were bits of the lives of my sisters, our father and myself lovingly kept and kept near.

God knows who we are and we are radiant in His eyes. That special place He is preparing will be filled with the best part of us. The part that grace has made sound and good and worth keeping. Make no mistake one day you will hear your name called. You will see it carved in stone. You matter. First. Last. Always.

So may this first day of a new year matter as well. Give it to the One who can best keep it. He needs it for His special treasure box.

May we greet each new day Heaven gives us in the year ahead with a robust gratitude for the One who esteems our life and affection. Each of those future days let our first and final word whispered to our Savior be, "Mahalo."

With thanks to the One who sees me. kl

No comments:

Post a Comment