I always love the gifts I get. They are fitting for me. I'm all about simple and sweet without all the fluff-n-stuff. Fluff-n-stuff is nice, but sometimes it's irrelevant. Simple and sweet means thought out for me specifically. That's what touches me ~ that someone has listened to my needs and sometimes my wants. ;).
I received a February gift that really spoke to me. It wasn't a "want", nor was it a "need". It was, however, geared specifically to me. It was a Willow Tree figurine, a "Generations" piece. A grandmother, a daughter and a granddaughter comforted by a quilt. Yes, this was me. I love to make quilts and I love even more teaching my lovelies how to make them. Very fitting. Yes, very fitting indeed. It was the note that came with it that made me do some serious thinking. So, I guess, this post is more about the effect of this exchange rather than the timing of this exchange (although God's timing is always perfect).
The note that accompanied it simply stated: "Crickett, When I saw this I instantly thought of you. You are the anchor in your family....even on the days you don't feel like you make a difference to anyone. Love you more than you know, Donna"
A simple note with a profound statement. I can assuredly say I don't feel at all like any anchor. More often than not I feel as I've let my entire brood down. I can't for the life of me see them tethering themselves to me for anything, let alone, stability. I feel more like the buoy in the ocean, bobbing to and fro, insecure in where I'm placed. The only thing keeping me from drifting out to sea is The Anchor tethered to me. Perhaps my minuscule affect on my family has trickled it's way upward from The Anchor to the buoy to them. Perhaps.
