Altars of Remembrance

I guess you can say I am still recovering from Mother’s Day but since I leave my little scene on the counter all the time, you can just call me a quirky decorator. Actually, most anything that adorns my walls or any surface in the house is really what I call an altar of remembrance. Every little setting reminds me to pray for a certain person or group. In this case, my daughters are the subjects of my prayers. The first  porcelain angel reminds me to rejoice in the blessings I have in my children and their families. The painted angels are symbolic of the girls but also of the wonderful heritage I have in those who’ve gone before me. Because one of my aunts painted the angels, I pray for my extended family. The little battered and bruised soldier and the last angel with praying hands speak to me of being a fervent prayer warrior on behalf of my family.

Some of my reminders aren’t this pretty. I keep a little plastic skunk on one counter to remind myself to straighten up and stop being such a stinker! I also am reminded when I look at the little character that God loves me even when I am not the most desirable creature to be around.

I’m still trying to put a Biblical spin on my flamingo glued on the wall among shells beside my cruise ship picture. Crazy, right?

There’s a song about an old lady who can’t remember anything, not even her children. “But she still remembers Jesus’ name.” I still have my memory for the most part, but having things that take my mind from the daily trials and chores and refocus my thoughts on something of a more heavenly nature is always a good thing.

Set your minds on things above, not on things that are on the earth.      Colossians 3:2

Blessings

KB