Passing Thoughts

I wonder about such things as passing thoughts. Where do they come from? Why does this come to mind? Who prompted such thoughts? Should I forget and carry on with this interrupted routine of opening and closing the drawer? How many times have I focused on this old and worn out memory? Should I stay a while inside this fleeting thought? Or should I return the drawer to its closed position and forgo the passing thought?

As I open the  drawer, as I've done on so many occasions, I continue to restock and deliver the clean utensils into their assigned and organized places.  Sharp knives go here...dull table knives go there.  Salad forks go here, table forks go there.  Regular spoons go here. And so on it goes… but wait...just a fleeting thought as i see the “silver” spoon once again. One small “silver” sugar spoon holds days, years and an eternal love that never ends. Just for now, just this moment, I reflect and remember all that this silver spoon entails. 

Unable  to see over the top, I pushed my hand up and into the drawer. The clutter and “clanging” noise of the silverware drawer is a frequent and an identifying sound to anyone with ears to hear ---can hear.  Picking one out, then another (without seeing its rightful place),  I rely on my sense of touch to find the perfect spoon!  Finding the exact spoon, my little hand withdraws it. A welcome treasure!  Its like a sparkling and shining package that is wrapped in silver. No other spoon will do. This one is mine and it belonged to my grandma. Now it belongs to me. The spoon is my heart running over with admiration, love and peace. It represents all the goodness of life and joy of innocence. It can never be stolen, destroyed or removed. It's everlasting. It's the gift that only a few can understand or grasp. 

 You see, as a child eating ice cream at my grandma’s house was no little thing.  It was  my celebration of love and security. It was having complete acceptance and trust. It was knowing that no matter how I had behaved or what came about, the love of my  grandma never failed.  Whether miles away or left to my own faulty decisions or my own walk and growth--- or separated for a space in time for any other reason, she never stopped or conditioned her love for me.  As the years go by, one tends to view such things as of  primary importance.  It tends to make sense of it all.  Some people remain in one’s heart. Just as a small child within reach and at the tug of her apron strings- while she busily works in the kitchen - she turns around, looks down and love pours out.

As it is today, the spoon I speak of sits in my silverware drawer. I dare not put it away or put it in a box for a keepsake only to become an untouchable or unreachable. Everyone of us as a human being has a silver spoon waiting to be chosen and picked out of the the drawer. Are you the small child tugging at the apron strings?  He is here now. He cannot break His promises.  He will never leave you or forsake you. No matter what may come, His promises are for you. In faith, you open the drawer. In faith, you will find the silver spoon that He is keeping just for you. In a passing thought, in a whisper ask HIM to make Himself known to you.

By: Sparks