I'm
on the phone with my Nana. My curiosity is peeked as she proceeds to tell me
about this book her former co-worker gave to her as a gift. The next time I
drop by Nana's house, the book is eagerly put into my hands. The Christmas
Jar, the title reads. The cover is catchy enough and I soon begin the book.
I
can't put it down. I finish devouring the whole book in just a few hours time.
The
story goes of how an adopted girl mysteriously receives a jar full of money on
her doorstep after her only family member dies. Her journey to track down the
giver is adventurously portrayed with great suspense. This true story of her
discovery of the giver and his story is beyond inspiring. The entire town is
changed because of it.
The
zeal to begin my own jar grew. An old, big, smelly pickle jar I soon
found and placed on the kitchen counter. Each time the lid is opened, a sour
smell wafts out as a coin is dropped in.
The
goal is to have the jar filled by Christmas to then be anonymously given to a family
in need. This is one of my New Year's resolutions. My family has even joined in
on the journey to fill the Christmas jar.
This
Christmas just can't get here soon enough. Great things will unfold, I can feel
it.
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ReplyDeletelove memory! such a great guest!
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