I took a little trip down memory lane today, and it all started because someone asked me if I had the HOH table hearts memorized. That would be a definite no. 
I knew I had photos of them somewhere, but after searching my Mac without any luck, I still couldn’t find them. So I reached out to someone I knew would have them, and she kindly sent them right away. But by then, I was already on the hunt. That little search sent me straight down the rabbit hole looking for the ones I just knew I had tucked away somewhere.
And sure enough, I found them.
Hidden among more external jump drives than I care to admit were not only the table heart photos, but also photos I took that first summer I went back to work at the Heart. Pictures of camp. Pictures from the little road trip I took before heading out there. And sweet photos of Jane too, which somehow made it all feel even more tender. I had gone to 2nd term closing and had a few days in between, so I grabbed my camera and took off driving through the Hill Country.
And oh, the memories that came rushing back.
That summer was about so much more than going back to work at camp. It was a turning point the Lord used in such a tender and powerful way in my grief journey. It was the summer Jane entrusted those sweet Heart girls to my care, and in so many ways, the Lord was entrusting something to me too. He was reminding me that even after deep loss, He still had purpose for me. He still had beauty to uncover. He still had healing to do.
Looking back now, I can see His hand in all of it.
What felt like a road trip, a return to familiar ground, and a summer job was really the Lord gently leading me back to a place of belonging, purpose, and healing. He was taking the broken pieces and, little by little, making something beautiful out of them. That summer led to now... to returning to my camp roots in a different place, in a different season, but with the very same faithful God writing the story.
And seeing those photos of Jane again just stirred so much in me. What a gift she was. What a legacy she left. Even now, looking back, I can see how the Lord used her, her trust, and her love for camp and those girls as part of my own healing too.
Isn’t that just like Him?
We think we are just looking for old pictures, and He uses it to remind us where He has brought us from. He lets us see the breadcrumbs of grace we might have missed in the moment. He shows us that nothing is wasted. Not the grief. Not the waiting. Not the wandering. Not even the rabbit holes through old jump drives.
And the young woman I reached out to for the table hearts? Well... guess who else I found while I was down that rabbit hole searching for those hearts.
Sometimes the Lord hides little treasures fo
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