Dirty Old Typewriter

After nearly two decades of collecting dust tucked away in storage, this past weekend I finally pulled out my Grandfather Campos’ typewriter.  A Remington Standard.  It’s been nearly 20 years since he passed away and for some reason, this typewriter caught my eye as we were clearing out his room.  My grandfather didn’t have much, but what he did have had so much meaning to it.  He was a simple man that enjoyed spending time outdoors raking the yard and watering the plants when he’d visit us from Mexico.  I loved spending those early mornings before school with him just watching cartoons as he had his coffee.  What I didn’t know, till later on as I grew older, was that he loved to write.  He was a poet.  A writer.  A man that may not have expressed much directly but on paper, he poured out his heart and soul.  He left behind this typewriter and a collection of his writings.

Something caught my eye this past weekend when I saw this dirty old typewriter just sitting on a corner shelf in the garage.  I felt this sudden urge to bring it down, clean it up and display it for once in my office.  My husband thought I was crazy.  He simply saw a dirty old typewriter.  But I saw something more.

Well today I sat down at the table and cleaned away.  Never once expecting that the original ribbon would still have ink and print.  The moment I pecked away, because let’s get serious here, this is not a laptop you can just go to town on typing.  This typewriter requires some serious pecking.  My heart danced with joy when I saw the words just coming to life on the crisp white sheet of paper.  The typewriter might have been sitting untouched for decades collecting dust, but it never lost its luster for writing. With some serious cleaning and scrubbing, layers of dust and rust were cleaned off and this beauty sat in all it’s glory ready to write once again.

Sometimes we fail to realize how valuable we are.  Especially when we look in the mirror and see an utter mess covered in layers and layers of dirt.  There’s no way anyone would want someone like this.  There’s no way, God couldn’t love anyone in this condition.  We beat ourselves down dwelling on what we haven’t accomplished instead of all that we do have.  We stop appreciating who we are and what we are capable of.  We lose our luster for life.  For some, this turns into a state of depression.  We feel we have no more value.  We fail to give God thanks for the days of life he gifts to us each day.

Just like the typewriter, we need to peal away those layers of utter mess and dirt to allow our true beauty to shine.  But in order to do this, we have to seek God first.  Believe me when I tell you this, God comes in and careful cleans away all those dirty piled on layers of hurt, pain, utter mess, neglect, feelings of unworthiness and polishes us right up.  God restores us to our natural beauty.  He restores our hope.

God sees a precious treasure when he sees you.  God knows your struggles and he sits waiting on you to turn those struggles over to him.  God sees your loneliness and waits for you to put him in your life so he can fill the empty lonely void in your life.  He wants to display you and let everyone see just how precious you are to him.

Don’t allow those negative thoughts to steal you away from God’s purpose for your life.  Instead trust in God and place all your brokenness in his hands.  Allow God to bring restoration to your life.

Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.  Psalm 51:12

XOXO…Ileen

psst…God Loves You

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Veronica Campos says:

    Love it!

    Liked by 1 person

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