When I was a in high school and college, I worked at a pharmacy that had a gift shop.  I think I made the huge amount of $1.60 per hour.  It helped me work my way through college without student loans.  This pharmacy had a small gift section.  One day they had some figurines for sale.  I saw this one and fell in love with her.  I can’t recall what she cost, but I had to put her aside and pay a little each week.  When I finally took her home, I named her Abigail.  Abigail sat on my dresser and she listened to all my stories of school, and work, and lousy dates.  She heard all my tales about this really cute guy I started dating and later married.  She was a faithful friend.  I loved her dearly.  When Jim and I got married, I had to pack up all my belongings.  The military sent packers, but I didn’t let them pack Abigail.  I wrapped her up myself and carried her in our car.  She was too precious to allow others to pack.  For years I packed Abigail myself.  One move I heard a still small voice say, let them pack Abigail.  I pretended not to hear.  Then the still small voice, let them pack  Abigail. I bowed my head and gave Abigail to the Lord for safe keeping, and I handed her to the packers.  I didn’t worry, I felt at peace.  You see by then, I loved Jesus more than my husband, my children, or my possessions.  Abigail was packed many times in our military moves.  She never received a scratch or a chip. She sits in a place of honor in our home.  Is there anything you need to give back to the Lord? He will take good care of all you love.  Abigail and I know that for a fact!

Because I know whom I have believed, and am convinced that he is able to guard what I have entrusted to him until that day.

2 Timothy 1:12


One thought on “Abigail

  1. Jody Becker August 18, 2013 / 7:24

    Thank you for sharing your story! Abigail is a tangible reminder for me to scour my own “house” and figure out where I’m holding back on God, the one to whom I must give everything!

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