“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.”James 1:17 (ESV)
While recently searching through several boxes of old family photos, I came across a surprise.
Actually three surprises─video tapes.
The box labeled “2005” held these secret treasures, waiting for discovery when someone eventually organized the photos.
My original intent involved making sure the boxes only contained photographs from the year marked on the outside.
I also planned to discard ones which didn’t need saving for any reason, other than an example of how NOT to take a photo.
Looking through the boxes transported me back to children’s birthdays, school plays, sporting activities, family gatherings, and holiday celebrations.
The opportunity to reminisce triggered both smiles and tears.
However, I also found numerous blurry, awkward, and downright bad shots no one would enjoy.
A sense of, “Am I wasting my time?” surfaced.
Then I reached the bottom.
The tapes lay waiting to share their stories after years of hibernation.
It only took a moment (after I caught my breath due to the discovery) to realize the tapes contained movies from different years due to the format─VHS, 8 mm, and a micro tape.
These memories weren’t from 2005, because we didn’t own a camera then.
For a brief moment, I wondered if I wanted to know.
There could be records of challenging times best forgotten.
But I had to know.
The next day I carried the tapes to a store for conversion to DVD format.
A few days later, the store manager called to let me know the discs were ready, creating an increased level of excitement.
Now I would finally know.
Placing the first disc in the computer, I impatiently waited for the start instructions to appear on the screen.
“Come on computer. What’s taking you so long?”
As if a few more minutes would make up for the years of hidden legacy.
The video began, and it was from 1997.
Twenty-two years after the event, I sat and watched my son’s 6th birthday party all over again.
I couldn’t help but think how much longer the images, audible laughter, and shouts of joy would lay dormant if I had decided to put off organizing the boxes.
Thank you, heavenly Father for the gift of mundane tasks, and the surprises You provide along the way.
Nancy Frantel lives in Virginia, and is a published author of three history books, public speaker and researcher. Prior to becoming a writer she worked in corporate management. A “life interruption” injury in 2010 limited her ability to work as a writer. In 2017, she attended several Christian writing conferences, and felt led to start over in a different genre. Her goal is to write inspirational and encouraging stories based on her experiences, lessons learned by trusting God, and individuals He provides along the way.