What a difference a day makes! Yesterday was gray, snow falling thick and fast, transforming the landscape and roadside woods and trees! But today has cleared off beautifully, with hardly a trace of snow, except from our walkway.
We wanted to go to the mailbox for the mail, so we went out through the back porch, avoiding the slippery, still snow-covered walk. Walking on the driveway toward the car, Howard reached in his pocket, then announced that he didn't have the car key! Since he needed the prescribed exercise anyway, he decided to walk with me down the considerable length of driveway to the mailbox.
The whole episode was created because my husband couldn't locate a book of stamps he bought last week. We had gone to the post office to mail a birthday present for our little great-grandson, Kaden. (Much as I fretted that the box I had fashioned might not hold together, it was received intact exactly on the little guy's two-year-old birthday!) I distinctly remember that Howard had bought a ten-dollar book of postage stamps from the Postal agent that day, but it was no where to be found today, when he wanted it for some correspondence.
Well, we missed the mail-out, but there's always tomorrow. I got to thinking, though, about the importance of postage stamps. About how things were sealed in yesteryear, with the stamp of a ruler's ring embedded in wax for confirmation.
It's as if when we receive salvation through Jesus Christ our Lord, we receive His stamp. His stamp is embedded in our heart, mind and spirit. Just as a bride receives a ring when she is married, one day we will be "stamped" eternally with our heavenly bridegroom.
Revelation 19:7 "Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honor to him, for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready."
"And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints." Revelation 19:8.
May we always carry His stamp in our hearts and His image in our person!
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