The dish was my grandma's. Her casserole dish is nothing special, but it holds a special place in my heart.
It reminds me of her each time I use it. What was the last thing she made in this dish? Was it something for our family gatherings, something for another family, or maybe a church potluck since the dish still has a piece of tape on the lid so it could identified as her's. How many times had she used it, carried it from oven to table? What tasty meals were created in it? The memories of her wash over me and bring a welcome warmth.
She loved to open her home and bless others. She loved a house full of love and laughter. My husband used to joke that she would make up a holiday just so her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren would come over for dinner (she was especially proud to have great grandkids!). I learned so much from this warm woman and I'm thankful for her example in my life.
This fall is 10 years since she left us for her eternal home. Left in body only as her spirit lives on through us. But, oh, how I miss her sometimes.
"So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God" 1 Corinthians 10:31