When Sister and I were preparing our mother's things for the auction, we came across items that are priceless and won't be sold by any auctioneer as long as we have a say in the matter.
When she was just a little girl, my maternal grandmother was given this cute little cup as a reward for perfect Sunday School attendance. There's no saucer with it and you can easily see it's been "loved" over the years.
This is just one evidence of the church-going habit in my family. I've now lost count how many Bibles have come back with me from my mother's house, each one a different translation or with study notes by famous theologians. One in particular has many notes in my mother's beautifully clear handwriting. These, in addition to what my sister has and also the two that are with my mother in her apartment now -- remind me of the blessings of parents and grandparents who revered God.
I was glad when they said unto me
Let us go into the house of the Lord.
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