“Don’t keep a tight grip on your purse. No. Look at him, open your purse, lend whatever and as much as he needs.” Deuteronomy 15:7
This morning Mason’s mommy gave him two dollars and put it in his wallet and proudly said “It’s Grandpa’s wallet. Nate gave it to me. But I can’t find Grandpa’s picture. It was in here. Can you get me another one?” Well, he dug a little deeper and found the picture. Immediately, my eyes got teary, and once, again I’d had a mini meltdown–this time over an old, cheap wallet. After Glen died, I removed all the cash and important cards and gave it to Nate, who passed it on to his younger brother.
Glen’s wallet revealed so much of what he meant to me… the driver’s license which gave us permission to see the USA, the cash he’d pull out on Friday date night, a picture of our beloved grandchildren, my business card—the one with the picture on it he had taken of me leaving the house one day to go to a speaking engagement. And, the medical insurance card…the last card he pulled out of his wallet to receive treatment at the ER for a high fever and a persistent cough. [More tears.]
Glen didn’t have a picture of Jesus in his wallet. He didn’t need one. His faith resided in his heart and soul.
Thank you, Lord, for holding my loved one in your arms until I see him again. Amen.