
I received a lovely family treasure today from my Mom. This little book sat on the kitchen table in my Grandparents' house for as long as I can remember, and they read from it faithfully, every day. It is titled God's Minute: A Book of 365 Daily Prayers Sixty Seconds Long for Home Worship. Long title for such a little book.
Inside the book is just what the title suggests, a short prayer for each day of the year. But to me it is so much more than that. To me it is a piece of my childhood and a connection to my Grandparents, both now with Jesus. It's ancient, tattered and taped together with an old piece of duct tape, and it smells a little musty, but I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Inside the front cover, penned in ink is this: "To our good friend and radiant Christian, Mr. C.B. Gore. From Marjorie and William Davies Xmas 1953" 1953. It was a different time, and so was the time when I would often thumb through this book while seated at Grandma and Charlie's kitchen table. That was my Grandfather, my Grandma's second husband, Charles B Gore. He was, indeed a radiant Christian, and the most Christlike person I have yet to know.
Taped inside the front cover is a page torn from a pocket Bible. It's a page from Matthew and contains one of my favorite verses: Matthew 14:31-32 which reads: And immediately Jesus stretched forth His hand and caught him, and said unto him, O thou of little faith, wherefor didst thou doubt? And when they came into the ship, the wind ceased.
Inside each page has a date, and on the correct dates my Grandmother noted family birthdays in her small precise handwriting.
It is such a precious thing, this little tattered smelly book. And it gives me pause to hold it and to wonder, will someday one of my children hold something from my parents that will mean this much to them, touch them this deeply? I hope so.



