When I was a little girl, I spent a good deal of time at my grandparents’ home. One of the main reasons being, my mother was an alcoholic and drug addict and my father was always working and clueless on how to care for two growing girls. I have a heart for the elderly because I spent so much time with my grandparents and three of my great grandparents. Their home was a safe place to be where there were bedtimes, scheduled and cooked meals, clean sheets, and instructions to wash your hands before you eat.
My grandma had a wonderful, exotic vase she kept solo on a table in the tv room. Back in my childhood days, there was usually one main tv in most homes and that’s the room where kids hung out.
I remember walking to the vase so many times with my imagination running wild as I would peer down into it. Most of the time I dreamt of becoming small and jumping in the vase to get away. I was a sad child and spent a lot of time inside my head daydreaming of what my life should, could be.
Maybe it was because I watched I Dream of Genie that I had that thought of diving in there to sit on my couch. Either way it was a source of escape for me.
When Grandma died, I said that there was only one thing of hers I wanted. That vase, the one that sat on that table all of those years. I remember bringing the vase into my home. How special I felt to have that vase.
My husband and I searched a few different times to see if we could find anything on it. Where did it come from? When was it made? Were there any more like it out there? I couldn’t find anything on it….until two days ago.
My mother-in-law showed me something interesting with our little gadgets we all have in our hands these days. Our phones. If you touch the G in Google search bar,it will pull up a camera symbol and it will allow to you to take a pic of any item and Google goes to work to find similar images. So two days ago upon learning this, I took a pic of that blessed vase. The first search came up with an identical pic of my vase! My treasured family item!}
To my surprise and utter disbelief, they sell grandma’s vase on EBay! Finally, I found it’s origin. All questions will be answered. Here is the listing for the vase
Say what?? Awe man, that figures. First couple of thoughts. Then the absurdity of it just struck me as being so humorous. So much for a priceless antique roadshow where they reveal I have the one and only genie bottle. I’ve told the story a couple of times. It’s fun to watch their faces as I unfold the story.
Got me to thinking today. Our pastor preached recently about inheritances within families. He said how family will fight over grandma’s sugar bowl just to have a treasured trinket of which to remember her by. He went on to say something so profound…what if we leave a legacy of holy spirit led prayer for our loved ones? What if our prayer lives are such a powerful example that when it comes time for our loved ones to take something off the shelf of our lives that they scramble to take down the gift of the Holy Spirit?
My grandmother was a Catholic. She wasn’t a drinker or a drug user and I’m sure she had no idea her pretty vase was a hooka pipe base. (Still so funny to me) She didn’t leave me a legacy of prayer, sadly. She didn’t have the slightest clue of the Holy Ghost, as the Bible refers to it.
My wish is to have a kind of experience with God and a prayer life that my girls scramble to take down off the shelf of my life.