|Cemetery (1780) where my maternal grandparents and family members rest.|
We may run, walk, stumble, drive, or sail, but let us never lose sight of the reason for the journey,
or miss a chance to see a rainbow on the way.
The other day I took a road trip to Sumter, the town where I was born, to spend the day with my cousin, Vernon Roy. After Daddy's passing a few weeks ago, I had a longing to visit the cemetery where my mother's family was laid to rest. I never knew my grandparents; they died in their late thirties when my Mom was still a teenager. As Vernon Roy and I shared memories of our younger years, we realized that our family had a few interesting skeletons in their closets. The more we talked and compared notes, the more intrigued we became. And curious. But in the end, we agreed that no matter what the skeletons were, we had wonderful parents who loved us dearly. And isn't that all that really matters?
I came to the conclusion that I am happy with the memories I have. No need to stir the pot, so to speak. But I have to admit that I was challenged to write a novel about the whole scenario ... something like, "Return to Peyton Place" ... oops ... I mean "Return to Sleepy Sumter." Don't worry, cousins, I'm not going there! *smile*
Have you discovered any skeletons in your closets lately? Does it make you curious to find out more, or have you decided to keep the closet door locked? If you decide to unlock the door, make sure you take your friend, Jesus, along so He can keep your heart protected. I have no idea why I'm writing this, but these are my random thoughts for today, so there must be someone out there in Lady Leaf Land who needs to hear this.
|Grandmother Viola Geddings|
Gravestone created by their son, Roy Geddings
My child, don't lose sight of common sense and discernment.
Hang on to them, for they will refresh your soul.
They are like jewels on a necklace.