I have a diva room. That’s the blessing of having kids move out of your home. Suddenly you have rooms that no longer have a purpose. So I decided to make a reading room. My chaise lounge and a couple of shabby chic end tables in a pink and brown room with a leopard print carpet and curtains were the main pieces.
Notice an old typewriter that I found that reminded of when I was a kid before we had computers. Isn’t it cute all painted?
I also have my workout equipment in there, my treadmill and pilate ball and weights.
But there is one thing that I bought recently that brings me hope for my future.
Yes! It’s a hope chest. It was built in February 1950 and manufactured by Lane. It’s lined inside and the smell of cedar is nice and soothing. I so far have only put a few things in there just some plates my grandmother gave me, Time’s 2000-2009 special edition magazine, and some pillowcases my mother embroidered.
I am making a keepsake for a granddaughter that only God has met so far. I know she’s somewhere in my future and I don’t know where or when she will arrive but she has a gift waiting for her when she is a teenager and ready to receive memories of the women who formed the generations before her. I haven’t met her yet but I know her personality. I know she will be strong, wise, opinionated, and she will have a soul that is passionate and beautiful just as the women who came before her. I have hope for the future of an unborn baby, created before the foundation of the world to be born to her generation at her appointed time to enter our universe so I carefully put things away her.
I look forward to the day I will hold her in my arms and whisper my prayers for her future to her and let her know how long I have waited for her. I anticipate the day I learn the name her parents have given her. I have a vision of the time I will spend with her. Maybe there will be a day when she crawls around in the diva room! I’m not in a hurry and I can wait for as long as it takes. For now, I am content to collect things for her, to have breakable things on the surfaces of furniture and have Lulu’s squeaky toys left on the rug.
As my husband sings, “I’m somewhere in the future and I look much better than I look right now.” One day, I will be a grandmother and it will be great.
Pastor Susan 
I’m doing this type of thing with the music I write. For while I didn’t think it mattered all that much if I recorded or not because no one seemed interested at the time. Then Jesse came along (my son) and I realized I needed to record at least a good portion of the songs I’d written so that one day he would know me through one more avenue into my heart.
In a way, it’s my hope chest for the future, these songs and arrangements, but now I’m gonna take it even a step further and publish them if God permits.
I’m really happy you are doing this! Jesse will cherish this when he’s old enough to appreciate it!
It’s funny we don’t think of these things, but I have a 7 month old grandson and my 22 yr old son just moved to Clovis and usually I would be sad…not this time. We are working on creating a room just for Cayden (grandson) oh okay it could be a guestroom also. My grandson will have a playroom all to himself…well I do have a God daughter Angie, and we have put all her Barbie and doll house etc… toys in there to I guess it could be the Cayden and Angie room. I have her bike outside and she has her own chair with her name on it but it’s awesome to have a place they can come to that is made just for them.