A Quarter For Your Thoughts
While sitting in a drive-through line the other day, I counted out the exact change for my order. The line wasn't moving, so counting the change gave me a sense that I was in control of the situation. I was helping speed things along by counting change. After I counted, I held the change in my hand. I began to look at the dates on the coins. One of the quarters wasn't very shiny and new. The year on the quarter, which looked like it had been around the block several times, was 1965.
One of many things on my mind that morning, while I waited and counted change, was my grandson's birthday. I thought about what I would get him and where I would get it if I ever got out of this drive-through line. When I saw the 1965 quarter I thought back to a birthday I had in 1965 and a gift I received I have never forgotten.
I was born to two older parents. I only had one grandparent living, a grandmother who died when I was nine. For reasons I knew nothing about then, the grandmother and I never had a close relationship, really no relationship at all. I never recall her calling me by name or acknowledging my existence in any way except on my birthday in1965.
My grandmother periodically came to stay at our house for a week or so at a time. On one particular visit in 1965, she was there on my birthday. My family came over, older siblings already married to join the rest of us, me, my sister, my mom, my dad, and my only living grandparent.
We sat around the table and I opened gifts. I got a new back satchel for school, some purple pajamas with a cat on them, and a Barbie Paper Doll book. I had a cake with yellow roses which said, "Happy Birthday Judy." My mother lit the candles. Everyone, except my grandmother, sang. I blew out the candles. Since it was my birthday I got the first piece of cake. As I moved my plate toward the cake to receive my piece, I noticed something shining in my plate. It was a brand new 1965 quarter. I said, "There is money in my plate." My grandmother said, "That's from me." I said, " Thank you." She got up from the table and went back to the living room while everyone else had cake.
I would like to tell you of the many things a quarter bought in 1965, unfortunately, that wasn't true. It probably bought a soft drink or a candy bar, and that's it. The gift was equal to the relationship between us; not that much. I didn't know my grandmother, because we never talked. I didn't know what her touch felt like, because we never touched. She didn't offer me gifts with any special meaning or value to show her love for me. If she had loved me would she not have demonstrated her love in some way?
Later in my life, I found why my grandmother was distant from me, (that is another story). But today I wonder how many have a relationship with God like I once had with my grandmother? Do we talk to Him? If we don't talk to Him we grow apart. Do we know His touch? If we don't ask Him to come to us we never know the intimacy of His touch that is available to us. Do we give God our all, our very best special gifts to show our love for Him, or do we just offer Him a little something because everyone else is giving Him gifts? Does He know for sure we love Him? If we love Him should we not demonstrate our love for Him?
My grandmother died two years later. As I looked at the quarter in my hand now I wondered could it possibly be the same quarter that once was on my plate in 1965.
Today make sure you let your loved ones know how special they are to you. Don't ever make them wonder do you love them. More importantly, don't ever make God wonder how much you love Him. Talk to Him daily. Let Him hold you in His arms. Give Him your very best. Demonstrate your love for Him.