I awoke to a vision–not a vision of grandeur or of life changing consequence–a vision of a blue typewriter.
“You will find a blue typewriter today.” I was told, as a clear image of it filled my mind.
My plan to fulfill this prophecy by searching thrift stores was quickly interrupted by another thought. “No, you need to go to the Antique Mart in Chandler. You will find it there.”
This seemingly unusual phenomenon is actually quite normal for me. I’ve been lead to many such treasures before. Leaving me to wonder, just who among my ancestors likes to come for a visit–sharing in one of my favorite pastimes–with insider tips on where to find the good stuff.
I have always known that my ancestors are aware of me. I have felt their presence, I have received their counsel, I have been enveloped in their love and I have been buoyed by their strength.
I honor their time on this earth. They lived extraordinary, beautiful lives and they laid the groundwork for me to do the same. They were here–fingerprints scattered throughout my house remind me of this everyday–and now they want to help me be here.
(Grandma Johnson)
(Grandma Shumway’s china)
(Grandma Rogers’ aprons)
(Grandma and Grandpa Cooper’s cow creamer)
(Grandma and Grandpa Johnson always had lemon drops in their candy dish and now so do I.)
I know that my ancestors feel as the Savior felt when He said,
And now I am no more in the world, but these are in the world,
I pray not that thou shouldest take them out of the world, but that thou shouldest keep them from evil.
This is my time to be in the world and I feel my ancestors cheering me on, pulling for me and doing everything in their power to help me in this my little place in history.
They are invested in my happiness and it’s not hard for me to believe that perhaps one of them–with a little twinkle in the eye–knows how much joy I would find in owning a vintage blue typewriter.
