Magnificent

Isn’t it just like God to take what you think will just be another Saturday (um…garage selling with four kids who love it as much as you do) like any other and turn it into a day of remembrance and the realization that we really do live in a small world after all.

I woke to a quiet house this particular Saturday.  Relishing it, I took time to study and read and write and well, all those things that this momma wants to do while it is quiet and my attention is not averted to my, most of the time, loving children.  I had finished some of my study and checked facebook (any good mom does-insert my rolled eyes and laugh here) and was reminded by a post that there was a sale going on in my new town that had some goodies I really wanted to check out and possible buy.  It was now eight in the morning! Yep, we sleep in well on Saturdays (you can go ahead and giggle because you KNOW what I am talking about)! So, I rallied the troops and didn’t even make them brush their teeth (honestly, I didn’t even feed them breakfast).  We stormed out the door and headed to the site where there flea/garage sale was happening.

We were just two tables in when my youngest daughter spotted Barbie dolls.  Usually I would deter anything of the sort, but we recently had to sell most everything and my kids were left with no toys, so, I stopped and let her look and eventually purchase said dolls.  While I was waiting patiently with my older girls, the man who was helping run this table commented on the sweatshirt my near FOURTEEN year old daughter was wearing (can I add here that she is also over three inches taller than me now and like a size one).  It said NEBRASKA on it.  That’s it! The exact conversation went like this;

Man: “Nice sweatshirt!”

Ems: “Thanks.” (weird look on face at kinda crazy guy)

Me: “Well, we don’t really claim that state, but it is a good sweatshirt for days like today.”

Man: (looking slightly offended) “Where abouts did you live?”

Me: “Well, I lived all over it actually.  Two of my girls were born in Valentine, but we know                           the whole state.”

Man: “I grew up in Ord.”

Me: “No kidding! My mom graduated high school in Ord. My grandpa built the                                                 Assemblies church there and a house up on the hill. We spent our summers with                                 them and I got poison ivy every stinkin’ time.” (probably too much information)

Man: “What was your grandfather’s name?”

Okay, I was a little freaked out and excited. I really thought this man was going to be some distant relative or something.  Turns out that my grandfather had purchased the land he had built that house on from this man’s uncle who had just recently passed away.  This man had just been in Ord for the funeral and saw my grandfather’s grave site.  He knew who my grandfather was and remembered him well.  He said that many thought highly of him when he was alive and served the community of Ord.

Seriously?  Did that just happen? is was I was thinking as I walked away from that table after about thirty minutes more of conversation about how we were linked.  Ya’all, I now reside in North Pole, Alaska!   You can’t get much further away from central Nebraska and still be in the United States of America.

I was thinking about this the whole rest of the day.  It was a complete turn to my whole day of, what my family calls, looking.  I just couldn’t get over it.  I remembered faces of my grandfather and how amazing of preacher he was.  He had this one-of-a-kind laugh that I used to be so afraid of, but oh how he loved me.  He died many years ago while I was still in high school, but his memory is very much alive and even in North Pole.

Tears ran from eyes the very next day during out worship service.  We ended up singing my grandpa’s most favorite hymn, sung at his funeral, and the special speaker at age 83 was much like my grandfather.  He spoke with conviction in his voice and his heart was just as I remember my grandpa’s.

I don’t know that there was really a lesson in my day as much as just the reminder that God is bigger than this big world we live in and He cares enough to give us wonderful memories of people we love more than life itself.  He cares about the smallest of details, even a house built up on a hill by the very two hands of my grandfather – a house that still stands and is lived in today.  It was a glorious house.

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Lord, in all my days help me to never forget that you are so much bigger than the world I live in.  Thank you for the memories you have given me to look back on and smile, cry and relish.  I am more than a blessed child of my parents and grandparents, but a daughter of the One True King. In Jesus’ name, amen.

Tara DeMaris

Tara, graduate of Crown College, is the mother to four beautiful children.  Together, Tara and her husband, David, and their family make their home in Northwest Missouri.  Tara is passionate about reaching the hearts of women and young ladies.  She loves to write and teach God's Word.  God put a desire in Tara's heart over six years ago to start a ministry that reached women.  Today Tara has founded Titus II Woman Ministries and God is showing her miracles and his hand at work every day.

Tara, graduate of Crown College, is the mother to four beautiful children. Together, Tara and her husband, David, and their family make their home in North Pole, Alaska. Tara is passionate about reaching the hearts of women and young ladies. She loves to write and teach God’s Word. God put a desire in Tara’s heart over seven years ago to start a ministry that reached women and today Tara has founded Titus II Woman Ministries through which God is showing her miracles and his hand at work every day.

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