Upon My Desk

Upon my desk, lies a bulletin board full of pictures. Pictures of childhood and laughter, pictures of warmth and joy and safety.

A picture of my daddy helping me with my new ballerina Barbie doll, a campfire surrounded by dear loved ones, of cousins playing in the warm waters of our summer lake.

Grandparents. Family. Love. Love. Love. Joy.

Upon my desk, a mug, that once held my grandmother's daily green tea. Still bearing the stains of its diurnal teabags, and the worn efforts of their removal. The warmth it has held through many years lives on. 

She was my best friend. Truly. 

Upon my desk, a golden Cross. Which once laid upon my grandpa's casket on a mournful day in May 2003. A reminder of loss...A reminder of Promise. 

A reminder of Hope in the Resurrection. In Jesus Christ, the Savior of the World. 

Upon my desk, pictures made for me by my favorite pre-schoolers. A deeply treasured time of life stored in colors and shapes and names. 

So much love. So much joy. A precious, precious time.

Upon my desk, rocks and books about rocks.

Passion, interest, and fascination.

Upon my desk, a book called Heaven. By Randy Alcorn. Filling 492 pages.

Hope. The Word of God. In Christ Jesus.

Upon my heart, a favorite hymn. I find myself contrite and broken, and redeemed.

Reverence. Awe. Thankfulness. Joy. Hope. Life.