I kept a few things of his that were sentimental. Like this old, gray sweatshirt that was so soft because he wore the heck out of it and for the last 24 years, I’ve worn the heck out of it. He also gave my mom a gold, diamond pendant in the shape of a heart that she passed on to me. Those things are lost now. Gone.
But probably my most favorite thing that he made was a ceramic Nativity Scene. It was beautiful. Stunning, really.
It was a cream color with a darker brown in the creases of each piece. There were camels and wise men and cows and sheep. There was a manger with the baby Jesus, his mom, Mary, and his earthly father, Joseph.
And of course there were shepherds.
Friend, would you believe that all of the pieces were burned or broken except this shepherd? It’s got some burn marks on it but it’s lovely to me.
Isn’t that just like the Lord to show His kids that He is watching over them?
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, He restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness for His name sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, for you are with me.
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. (Psalm 23)