So insignificant I started to toss it, when cleaning out the backseat, until I heard a plaintive,”No, Momo. I want to keep that in my memory box.”
We’d just arrived at our destination in Stowe, Vermont. Maggie and I’d driven together, the rest of the family due at suppertime last Friday evening.
Not a user of GPS, other than the One I wrote about in my last post, I’d written out the directions and asked Maggie, age nine, to be my navigator. From the backseat, I heard, “turn left, go right, take 100 north” and other specifics to get us from here to there. Apparently, it all mattered to Maggie. She wanted the crumpled sheet among her stash of keepsakes in her treasure box back home.
Family, friends, my faith and the state of our nation, nudge me to pay attention to moments, easily overlooked or discarded, like backseat trash. Sometimes, a good gift to hear, “No, Momo….that’s a keeper.” So, I’ll join her and deposit moments with Maggie-the-Navigator, into my memory bank, a day when meaningful work, trust and love came along to bless the journey.
Good to remember when times are tough, we need each other to get from here to there. Hopefully, there’ll come or we’ll give, moments, so full of Grace, they’ll get scooped up and tucked into a memory box or better.
We just never know the value, until we’ve tossed “a keeper” one way or the other.
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