Worn and Wonderful

The pair of rocking chairs belonging to my dad’s parents are being handed down to my sister and me. One of them made the trip home from Albuquerque to Denver last year.  While I was in New Mexico a few weeks ago we brought back the other one and we'll hang on to it for my sister until we find a way to get it to her in Massachusetts.

I’m not sure how old the rockers are but they are certainly antiques. They have to be since I found out that I'm considered an antique after going to a quilt show this summer.  The display of antique quilts had one from 1958... the year of my birth.  I'd like to think of myself  as “aged like a fine wine” not quite in the same category as “really old.”

The chairs are solid and sturdy, no creaky legs or wobbly seat, perfectly made for embracing my grandparents after a long day on the farm. The arms and back of the chairs no longer have the same deep rich color, after years of steady rocking. I can remember the chairs being in their living room and at a certain time during the day in front of the television as my grandmother watched her favorite soaps. I’m certain my grandfather sat next to her but I’m sure his eyes were closed…and if anything like my dad…along with his mouth wide open and head bobbing.

Did they rock my dad in those chairs? Did they sit up waiting up for him when he missed curfew? Was it a place where they spent time in His word, in prayer, contemplation? What did they worry about? What did they give thanks for?

I’m thankful for this precious inheritance…a connection to my past and a link to the future. The worn patina is beautiful and this keepsake sits in a place of honor and remembrance of lives lived in fullness.

Thank you Lord that we are inheritors of your Kingdom. Let us keep telling the story of the wonderful gift of your Son Jesus. Amen.

Nancy Nickoley

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