AFFIRMATIONS DIVINE

Our family clan loves to do things in a big way.   For our parents 50th wedding anniversary reunion, Joey’s aunts, Karen, Robyn, and Teresa, along with his mother, Connie decided to have a live auction.
Many wonderful items were donated, and all of the proceeds went for Grandma and Grandpa’s Foster’s Alaska trip.

We are a competitive lot, and this would work to Grandma and Grandpa’s advantage.  The Cousins, who for some odd reason, seemed to have the most money, kept bidding against each other raising the bids higher and higher for each potential treasure.

Joey Jr., who was in high school at the time, definitely was not carrying around a wad of cash.
Strangely enough, when a beautiful victorian necklace came up for bid, the room became totally silent.  “Everyone take a look at this fabulous necklace”, uncle Kevin, the auctioneer boomed.   “I’ll start the bid at 10 dollars, ten dollars, ten dollars, who wants a treasured necklace for 10 dollars”?

You could hear a pin drop.  Nobody seemed to want the treasured necklace for 10 dollars, but suddenly Joey’s paddle went up.  Uncle Kevin seeing the way to move this beautiful item that only Joey Jr wanted, announced, “Sold, to Joey Fowler, Jr.  You may now pay the cashier”.

A room full of puzzled people stared  as big Joey Fowler ambled toward the cashier.  What in the word did this big teenage football  star want with this necklace.

Joey knew exactly what he wanted.  He quickly payed for the necklace and walked straight toward his Great Aunt Betty, the one true saint in our family, the one who had the least money. The one who probably sacrificed the most to be there, the Aunt who cared for Joey and served his mother for 3 months after Joey was born. Great Aunt Betty was the one person in the room who would give you her last dime, but probably had no money to participate in the auction.

Joey approached her and reverently placed the beautiful necklace around Aunt Betty’s neck, exactly where it belonged.  We all watched in awe, at a shocked and extremely pleased Aunt Betty, while we listened to Joey say, “I love you, Aunt Betty”.

It was one of those inspired moments, where God visited our reunion just to love a special saint.  God accomplished his perfect will, in his perfect way, by moving the heart  of a teenage boy.

Nobody could have done it better, because Joey Jr. was the only one who thought of it.

I took that moment and treasured it in my heart.  I love you Joey Jr.

Aunt Robyn Webber