My youngest daughter turned 13 this past weekend. For her birthday, her grandmama gave her a hope chest. It is just like the one her sister received last year.
She has already filled it almost full with table linens, afghans, quilts, and kitchen linens she has either made herself or been given as gifts. She will continue to work on items for her future home and place them lovingly in this chest for it represents her desire to one day be a wife and mother.
It sits in her bedroom in a place of honor. It is the first piece of furniture she will have in her own home one day. There it can hold priceless treasures from her life: special baby clothes from her babies, photos of her family, cherished gifts.
As I mentioned in another post, I have the hope chest my grandma bought to store her son's clothes in during the Great Depression. It sits in my bedroom and reminds me of her every time I see it. It is my desire for my daughters to remember their own grandmama in their future lives when they see their hope chest in their homes--to remember the investments she has made in their lives, to remember the legacy of love she has given them, to remember their heritage of faith in the Lord even when times are hard.
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