About 30 years ago, my mom painted a nativity scene for My Grandma. (my dad's mom, the one I lost in November) It is a part of every Christmas memory I have of my Grandma. It was always displayed during the holidays. It was glazed and had an iradecent shine to it. It was so precious.
When my grandma died, I was told that it had been promised to my cousin because Grandma thought that mom had made one for my sister and I. I was on a quest. I called several ceramic shops and inquired about the scene. No one had one like it. SO one day, We went and took pictures of Grandmas set then headed to a little ceramic shop about 5 miles from where I grew up. The lady that owns it was headed out of town, but she had stopped by the shop for a little while. I described the nativity scene to her. She said that the year before, she had aquired some molds from a lady that had a ceramic shop in the area. She invited me to walk back and look at what she had. I walked to the back of her shop, and there on her shelf was THE nativity. I cried. It was a miricale. The mold was over 30 years old but there it was, the exact nativity from my childhood. I was sooo excited. I bought a set for myself and one for my sister. Now, 10 months later, I have it completed. It is proudly displayed on my piano- even though it is September, I don't care, Its beautiful, its message is powerful, the memories are sweet, and I will pass the memory to my children (and I will make them one each so there's no fighting when I kill over).
The birth of the Savior, I wish I could remember how glorious it was. For now, I will just imagine.
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