I began reading it quietly to myself with bittersweet joy and thanksgiving. When my children were still young, I started a tradition around the Thanksgiving holiday. Each year, I would place a pad of paper on our countertop and each of us would write down every day of the month 1 thing for which we were thankful. When Thanksgiving arrived, I would transfer those things with colored Sharpies onto a white table runner so we would have before us those things for which we were thankful during our Thanksgiving dinner.
This list, which I found on my kitchen table, by "happenstance", was written by our son, Cole, who we laid to rest 5 years ago. As I began reading this list, which must have dislodged from a cabinet or a drawer, my heart stilled with the blessing of "hearing" from our son.
Colely was a missionary and a Pastor. While other kids were worrying about who they would take to prom, Cole was singing worship songs on his guitar and studying his Bible... just longing to grow in his relationship with the God he loved.
Don't get me wrong, he also got into his share of crazy mischief... but I miss everything about him.
One morning, when we were spending time at our cabin on the mountain, my husband got up to find Cole quietly praying and reading his Bible. Last week, the youth group at the church where he was Youth Pastor camped at the mountain. On Thursday night, their final night of camping, they gathered at our place around the firepit for a time of worship. Is it coincidence that our housekeepers found his list the exact same day? I believe it's by divine appointment... just God's way of letting us know Cole was right there with them.