While cleaning our house the other day in preparation for our coming guests, I started my usual mental whining and grumbling.
As I dusted the frame of a beautiful watercolor—red poppies in a gray porcelain urn with an Asian lady in the foreground—I paused to think about the artist. My husband’s aunt, a professional artist, painted this picture. As I stood admiring her talent, memories of visiting her studio, visits with family members, our children as toddlers, and houses where family dinners occurred came to mind.
Suddenly, cleaning took on a whole new perspective. This perspective that was not only fun, but also heart warming. Memories, that had long since been tucked away, were resurrected. I continued cleaning throughout the house listening to the stories from each treasure that I dusted.
Yesterday can be heart warming, funny, and sometimes painful. Yesterday can come from personal experience as a memory. Yesterday can come from history as stories from the Bible. No matter yesterday’s source, forever is the gift we receive.