One of my best friends in this life is one I haven't seen in nearly 6 years and don't talk to very often.
April is blessed to live in one of God's most beautiful Mountain creations, Canmore, Alberta. Of the many many things I remember about her, one is the beautiful necklace she always wore. I believe it was called the "mother and child". Very simple, almost abstract, yet elegant in design, it was a golden circle, with two dots of gold attached to the top, one larger than the other. As you gaze upon it, you begin to see the dots take the form of heads, the larger on the mother, the smaller one, the child. The circle becomes arms entwined, perhaps bodies standing tall beside each other. However you perceive it the symbolism is clear, this is a mother and child, each a part of the other, a circle with no beginning and no end.
The child is physically born of the mother, yet is the mother not also born of the child? I am not the same person I was before becoming mother to each of my 4 children. As I birthed each of them, they in turn each birthed a part of me. As I raise and nurture my children, I myself am being raised and nurtured in ways I didn't know and expect would happen. Oh the marvels of motherhood!
One day while doing some shopping at the Cookstown Outlet Mall in the months before Christmas, I stopped in at one of my favourite places to window shop...the Jewellery Store. All the things that sparkle and shine...oh my goodness! There in the display case I saw the Mother and Child necklace that reminded me of my dear friend April. What a rush of memories that brought to mind. Thanksgiving dinners, backyard BBQs, stamping and scrapbooking together...oh how I missed April when I looked at that necklace! Then I saw the same emblem on a ring, and I knew I would love to have it. I asked to try it on, and of course it was a perfect fit. I checked the price, and of course it was the perfect price...50% off. Sounds like providence to me LOL. So I took my two teenagers in to show them what and where it was and told them I would very much like it for Christmas. I also told Dennis that I would very much like it for Christmas. To make a long story short, I didn't get it.
Early this month, while shopping with a friend at the same mall, we stopped to admire the sparkling creations in the jewellery case. Lo and behold, the ring was still there, and still on sale. It only took me a moment to reach the decision, yes! I would buy it for myself! Why did this symbol of motherhood have to be a gift from my husband or my children? Why couldn't it be a gift to myself? I could hardly wait to get home and show off my new treasure.
I wear my new ring every day, on the third finger of my right hand. It is one of three rings I wear always. The other two are my wedding set on the same finger of my left hand. I am captivated as I sit here, at my dining room table and write this entry on my laptop, watching my fingers fly across the keyboard. My hands, left and right, are mirror images of each other, with their third fingers adorned with gold. I ponder the meaning of these trinkets...is that all they are? Goodness no.
The rings on my left hand symbolizes marriage. Vows taken before family, friends and God. A relationship to nurture, dreams to attain, a life to live, a husband to love. The ring on my right hand symbolizes motherhood. Relationships to nurture, dreams to attain, lives to live, children to love. It amazes me that both sets of rings represent the same things in different roles. And when I think about it I realize that I can't fulfill either of these roles properly without God's guidance or blessing in my life.
Maybe it's not a Mother and Child ring after all. Maybe it's a Father and Child ring. Now, as I have taken my ring off my finger and placed it at the top of the keyboard in front of me, and I look at it as I type, I am seeing something different in it. I am seeing my Heavenly Father, reaching our across a large open space to me, His child. I am seeing how His arms reach forward to grasp me, how His head tips down to touch mine, perhaps to place a kiss on my forehead. I see how His shape reaches all the way around the ring, to gird me from behind, as if to say "Don't worry, I've got your back."
The other thing that has been floating through my mind tonight is one of the first worship songs I ever heard and learned...in a small Canmore church where April was the worship leader.
Refiner's Fire (Purify My Heart)
Brian Doerksen
Purify my heart
Let me be as gold
And precious silver
Purify my heart
Let me be as gold
Pure gold
Refiner's fire
My heart's one desire
Is to be holy
Set apart for You,
LordI choose to be holy
Set apart for You, my Master
Ready to do Your will
Purify my heart
Cleanse me from within
And make me holy
Purify my heart
Cleanse me from my sin
Deep within
© 1990 Mercy/Vineyard Publishing
4 comments:
Tracy, I loved this post... The copy-cat in me wants to go out and buy a ring just like it - for all the same reasons - but don't worry, I won't. God has given me my own symbols. I wear a ring on my right ring finger, too, that has four sapphires in it. One for each of my sons. The only reason I don't have one for the girls yet, is because I haven't quite laid eyes on just the right one...
Did you know that when a child is given birth, stem cells are left behind in the mother? The article I read says that they are beneficial to the mother for the remainder of her lifetime - that her child leaves behind a legacy, as it were - a little piece of themselves that keeps on giving.
In light of your post, I think that's really cool...
Hi Tracy,
Susan asked me if I'd read this post and I hadn't, but I'm so glad she prompted me to. It is beautiful. I love it.
What a gift for writing you have. I'm so glad you made the blog and are pouring out your gift for us all to be blessed by.
I love the ring and I love the story. Love the title too!
Hi Tracy,
Susan asked me if I'd read this post and I hadn't, but I'm so glad she prompted me to. It is beautiful. I love it.
What a gift for writing you have. I'm so glad you made the blog and are pouring out your gift for us all to be blessed by.
I love the ring and I love the story. Love the title too!
Well written article.
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