I remember my Mom having a cedar box in her bedroom. I can not remember what she kept in it. I have no idea what happened to it. It was just a plain box.

I had forgotten all about it. That is until my family went up to the North Georgia Mountains and went antique shopping. I found this treasure.

There isn’t anything of value in there. Not earthly value. I do keep prayer requests in it. The requests that have brought me the most anxiety. The ones where I have literally cried out to God for help. I wrote them on paper and left them in the box for God to take care of. I like to go back and look a them every once in a while to see if (they usually have been) and how they were answered. I praise Him for His answers  and then close the box back up. I think my Mom would like what I keep in the box that reminds me of her.

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