Well, I only have a picture of one of them..... but I have had a few of my favorite things broken over the last few years...... This one was especially hard.... it was my great grandmother's pitcher, passed down to my mom, then to me and it was supposed to go to Anna.
We used it over the 4th of July when we had company to make Iced tea. I didn't get it put back into the cabinet where it is stored and today, Erika decided to make iced tea. She poured boiling water directly into the pitcher and cracked it terribly. :(
The thing is..... it is just a thing. Yes it has history. YES she SHOULD have been more careful and Erika, should have asked first..... but that has never come up before. I never even thought about making a rule about it...... so it really wasn't her fault. The girlies are getting older and it is no problem for them to make Iced tea.....
SO, this is what REALLY makes me proud and GLAD it happened.....
Erika and Alli came to me and told me exactly what happened. They know that this pitcher is special, and they told the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
It was MY turn to show them mercy and grace even though my precious pitcher is no longer useable.
They said they felt badly and asked about the pitcher's history. I told them I was a little sad, but things are things and are not important like people are. And then I praised both of them for being honest. I asked if they were ok, if anybody had been cut or hurt by hot water and we shared a hug.
I really did like my pitcher. It will have to rest in peace....it had a LONG life and served us well.
Maybe we should bury it. LOL
No. It is just a thing.
"His Mercies Are New Every Morning"
“I pray because I can't help myself. I pray because I'm helpless. I pray because the need flows out of me all the time- waking and sleeping. It doesn't change God- it changes me.”
― C. S. Lewis
― C. S. Lewis
I believe in the sun even when it's not shining. I believe in love even when I don't feel it. And I believe in God even when He is silent. (quote found on the wall of a concentration camp)