Jewells of Thought

Today has been overwhelming to say the least. Have you ever known something existed, but could not find them and had to forget about the notion. Sometimes simply waiting… truly is the answer.

This afternoon my dreams came true. I knew that these letters existed Grandma talked about them in our interview, but I never saw them. She gave me other letters, but she had forgotten about these special letters one way or another.

The urge to cry while holding them earlier, was immense. I literally had to force myself to forget about them. I didn’t want to force Grandma to give them to me, especially if she had reasons to keep them to herself. Whatever those reasons might have been were respected, but when this bag of treasures was found and I held them in my hands, I was near to tears. I know a couple who actually put all their letters from WW2 and Korea into an old tub in their back yard and did indeed burn them. It was an act of turning a new chapter for them, but if I was their granddaughter I would have been punched in the gut. Knowing that as an American historian those timeless messages rich in love and history were burnt to ashes. Their family could have at least had those treasures for a scrapbook for future generations to see.

The granddaughter and historian in me has just been rejoicing in this find. Shutting the door on the idea that these letters could still exist is worth the time. It allowed me to work on the information I already had with my seventeen chapters. However, now I have to stop what I was doing and thoroughly document the contents of this bag which is akin to Christmas for me.

My jewel of truth from today must be that God’s timing is always worth the wait. His timing for me and my family is that God has the bigger kaleidoscope image and forgetting as I had to was what was best for the duration.