Where did it come from? When do you wear it?
The piece of jewelry I have chosen to write about today is a necklace. It was a gift from my Dad many years ago, sometime in my young adult life I believe. It is the only piece of jewelry I received from him my entire life. Although my Dad and I wrote periodically to one another and cards were sent as well, gifts were not a common thing between us.
My necklace is gold with two interlocking hearts. On the right side of each heart are red stones and then some tiny clear chips as well. It’s a very pretty and simple necklace. The last time I wore it was on the day of his memorial service, prior to that it hung in my jewelry box most of the time. Perhaps because I wear more silver than gold now. As well as the fact that I am pretty particular about how a necklace hangs on me. The length is important to manage with the neckline.
This gift is special as it’s from a person I loved and I presume because I wasn’t showered with gifts of its kind from him. But to be honest, the material item isn’t something I feel I must have on me or around me to fill the space he once occupied in my life. The memories of our time together mean a great deal more. When I look at the necklace I don’t feel any less saddened by his passing. This material item doesn’t bring me peace. It just reminds me that he gave me a nice necklace one time in my life.
I know I meant a great deal to my Dad. I know he loved me. I know he appreciated the sacrifice I made to spend as much time as possible with him and to care for him in his last couple weeks. That. That gives me peace. That he knew how much I loved him and that he knew I knew how much he loved me.
Clinging to material items isn’t going to bring a loved one back. The gift of eternal life is given to all of us, whether we accept that gift is up to us. It’s in you and me and my Dad and others. Peace comes to me knowing that my Dad accepted the gift, was baptized, and believed in Jesus Christ. I know someday we will be together again and the necklace, well who knows where it will be.
Grace is a gift,