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As Mira steps back in time, a mystery begins to unfold, one that she was not expecting. What will she find and what is still hidden? This is episode 6 of an unfolding story. While I am a counselor, this podcast is just for entertainment. Use what you like and ignore the rest. I am so glad you are joining me on this journey.
https://www.promisehillpodcast.com
Hosted by Ausha. See ausha.co/privacy-policy for more information.
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Hello, I'm Kimberlee Herman, your host on Promise Hill, and I'm so glad that you're here with me today. This is Chapter 6, The Secret Room. This is an unfolding fictional story that I've written. So you can start with Chapter 1 and let the story unfold, or you can jump in here, wherever you feel most comfortable. I'm just honored that you're spending your time with me today. Sometimes the past waits quietly, tucked in attics, hidden in old handwriting, or cemented into places we once called home. Today we return to one of those places with Mira, not knowing exactly what she'll find, only that something long buried is beginning to surface. Let's listen in.
Mira sat in her car, staring at the house she had grown up in. The blue shutters were now painted white, and a different car sat in the driveway. It wasn't hers anymore. She took a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel, ready to fight the rain. Would they even let her in? With a steadying exhale, she stepped out, covering her head with her jacket, and made her way to the front door, standing under the roof. Mira knocked with courage. A middle-aged woman with a short blonde bob and kind blue eyes opened the door.
Can I help you?
Mira cleared her throat.
Hi there. My name is Mira. My family and I used to live here. My mom just told me she left something in the attic before she moved a few years ago. I know this is a strange request. I was wondering if you would let me look for it.
The woman hesitated, glancing back inside.
I promise I won't take much of your time.
The woman studied her for a moment with cautious curiosity. The woman responded,
There wasn't anything up there when we moved in. Are you sure?
Mira nodded and opened up her mom's journal.
She says there's a hidden room. I have no idea if it really exists, but she drew this to show me how to find it.
Mira handed her the opened journal. The woman's expression softened. She looked at the drawing, then back at Mira with a big smile.
This sounds like the beginning of an adventure. I'm going to let my husband know what's going on. I'll be right back.
Mira exhaled, a quiet relief washing over her.
Thank you so much.
As she waited, she glanced down and noticed her small handprint, pressed into the cement all those years ago. The sight stirred a rush of memories. Birthday parties in the yard, the day she got her first car, her father's return from long business trips, her mother's love through every season. The woman returned and brought Mira back to the presence.
I'm Claire, by the way.
Come on in.
Mira smiled.
It's very nice to meet you, Claire.
She stepped over the threshold, stomping off the weather onto rainmats. She walked into the house that once held the heartbeat of her childhood. But time had changed everything. New floors, fresh paint, restructured walls, a familiar shell with a different soul. As they made their way up to the attic, they shared pleasant, surface-level conversation. Nothing too deep, just enough to keep the silence at bay. The attic greeted them with the scent of aged wood and dust. A single beam of sunlight slipped through a small window, casting long shadows across the floor. Mira's heart beat louder in her chest. as she took in the space, past brushing up against her like a whisper. Hide-and-seek? Christmas decorations? Her mother's voice calling her down for dinner. Claire interrupted Mira's thoughts.
Here we are. Let's take a look at that map again.
They both looked at the map and walked towards the wall in the back corner. Smooth, barely distinguishable. But there, just as her mother described, was the hidden button. camouflaged in the wood panel on the side wall. Mira pressed it, and a soft click echoed through the space. A concealed door swung open slowly. A light flickered to life inside the secret room. Claire gasped.
I can't believe this was here all along. What a lovely little space.
Mira stepped inside, awe settling over her like a blanket. A green leather recliner sat on a soft beige and blue rug by a small window cleverly hidden from the outside. On the other side, a tall lamp. A wall clock frozen at 3.16. One wall was lined with a built-in bookshelf, a few old books still resting there. It felt like a retreat, a sanctuary frozen in time. Beside the chair sat a banker's box, taped closed on all sides. Mira crouched beside it, brushing dust from the top. Her hand hovered over the tape, but something in her chest hesitated. This wasn't hers to open. Not yet. Instead, she lifted it carefully into her arms, feeling the weight of the box and the weight of memories. Coming here was much harder than she anticipated. Mira turned to Claire needing to leave. The weight of grief was settling in.
Thank you for letting me do this, Claire. I really appreciate it. But I need to leave. Of course, Mira. This must be a lot to take in. I'll walk you out.
As they left the attic, Claire said,
You're welcome back anytime. If I find anything else that belongs to your family,
I'll let you know.
Would you like to leave your number?
Mira nodded as they landed in the entryway. She scribbled her number on a notepad.
Thank you again, Claire. I appreciate your help. It was so nice to meet you.
Claire smiled and gave Mira a hug. It continued to rain as Mira ran to her car. She drove just around the corner before pulling over. The box sat on the passenger seat, silent but weighty with unspoken mementos. She rested a hand on the lid and wondered what could be living in the box that her mother wanted to keep private. Mira took a deep breath, ready to learn more from her mom as she arrived back at the care home, remembering Charity's advice to be grateful for the moments with her mom. and experiencing them as gifts. Mira ran through the rain into the care home. When she arrived to her mother's room, she found her sitting up in bed, humming softly to herself. When she saw the box, her eyes widened slightly.
Hey, Mama. I found the box you asked for. It was right where you said it would be, and I brought back your journal, too. That secret room is pretty neat. I can't believe I never knew about it.
Mira kissed her mom on the cheek. and set the box and book on the table. Ruth smiled softly, then looked away. A shadow passed across her face.
I'm… I'm not quite ready to open it.
Mira nodded, sensing something unspoken beneath her mother's hesitation.
That's okay, Mama. We can open it when you're ready.
Ruth reached for her hand.
Come back in a few days. We'll open it together then.
I will, Mama.
Two days later, it was a bright spring day with the birds singing their tunes. Mira walked the familiar hallway to her mother's room. Ruth was sitting in her chair this time, looking out the opened window. A gentle breeze kissing her face, while the sun gently caressed her skin. The box was moved to the corner, like a secret waiting to be shared. Ruth was staring peacefully out the window, catching glimpses of dancing birds and feisty squirrels. Mira hoped her mom would be able to have clarity today. When Mira entered, Ruth turned and smiled.
Oh, sweet girl, I'm glad you came back.
Mira exhaled a breath she did not realize was there.
It's good to see you, Mama. I brought you a gift from the bakery.
Mira handed her mom a paper napkin with a nice fat cookie on top.
Oh, thank you, dear Mira. You remembered my favorite.
Mira smiled as she savored the precious moment of her mother filled with joy at the small moment of eating a tasty cookie.
Hey, Mama, how do you feel about opening the box today?
Yes, Mira, it's time.
They tore off the tape and then opened the box together slowly, carefully removing a few old items from the top. College letters, family photos, journals. And then Ruth's breath caught as she pulled out a yellowed handkerchief. She slowly unwrapped the object, revealing a small wooden carving, a tiny bluebird with wings outstretched.
I haven't seen this in years. Your father gave it to me. It's my bluebird always reminding me that Robert would be flying home to see me.
Mira looked up.
My dad did something that thoughtful?
Ruth's voice dropped lower, distant.
He was gone a lot when you were little. Special Forces I never told you that, did I?
Mira shook her head slowly, stunned.
No. You told me he was in sales and had to travel the world selling vacuums. That didn't make sense when I got older, but you both never wanted to talk about it.
He couldn't tell us where he was. We weren't sure what to tell you. But every time he came home, he brought a gift. Something small, thoughtful. He said it helped- It helped him feel like he was still part of our everyday life.
Ruth looked down at the box.
I kept them all, everyone. Most were Christmas ornaments or coins. Do you remember the toys he brought home for you?
I have some memories, but I really remember just wanting him to stay home. Everyone else's dad was around. I thought he didn't like us enough to stay.
I'm sorry, my dear. That's not what happened and I'm sad you held that for so long. It was complicated.
Mira's eyes misted as she glanced at the growing pile of keepsakes between them as her mother took them out one by one.
You saved all this?
I saved him.
Her voice clinging to her own memories.
In my own way.
Mira sat beside her mother and reached for her hand. The moment was quiet. Sacred. And in that silence, the past didn't feel so far away anymore. She felt close to her mom as she studied her face and her hands. She was grateful for these shared moments of nostalgia and thankful for charity that she reminded her to cherish these moments. As Mira's fingers traced the edge of the box, her eyes caught a delicate worn piece of lace that were remnants of another time laying on top of an old brooch with a faded stone. Another bundle of handwritten letters tied with twine. Her wedding photo, a photo album she had never seen, and at the very bottom, a manila envelope. Mira reached in and pulled out the envelope, the weight of it unexpected in her hands. Before she could open it, Ruth's hand shot out and snatched it away.
That's not for now!
Mira blinked, startled.
But...
Not now!
Ruth clutched the envelope to her chest as she stood up and walked to her bed. Mira gently got up, laying the lace on her mother's bed, her heart thudding with questions.
Okay, Mama. I will be back soon.
As Mira got into her car, she finally asked,
I wonder what could possibly be in that envelope? And why did she get so agitated about it?
Some boxes hold more than objects. They carry memory, mystery. and meaning, wrapped in dust and quiet hope. Mira didn't just find a hidden room. She uncovered a piece of her family's soul. And sometimes, even the smallest item, a wooden bluebird, a hidden note, can remind us that love finds its way back in its own time. Join us next time in Promise Hill, where every discovery brings us closer to the heart. Take it away, Kimberlee.
Do you find yourself in a similar situation? Watching a loved one walk through changes or difficult times? Going back in time to feel what surfaces? I think a lot of us can feel what Mira is going through on some level. Today I have five reflections and four live it out action steps for you. Number one, sometimes the past doesn't ask to be remembered, it waits to be invited back in. Like a room hidden behind walls, the things we think we've lost often remain quietly preserved, waiting for the right moment to be uncovered. What are you ready to revisit, gently and without fear? Hear it and hold it. There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens. Ecclesiastes 3 verse 1. I know we have covered this Bible verse previously, but it's an important reminder that there is order with God. It shows up everywhere. The four seasons, the work of the planets, growing plants and flowers. Keep that in mind as you are walking through this season. Number two, memory is not just what we recall, it's what shapes us. A porch handprint, a secret room, a carved bluebird. The details we think are small can hold the entire weight of a lifetime. What small object or place brings your past rushing back? What does it still teach you? Last time I drove by the house I grew up in in small town Iowa. It still had our handprints in concrete on the sidewalk with our nicknames next to it, which I am not going to share with you at this time because they're a little embarrassing. My grandfather always picked out interesting nicknames for people that he loved. And when I looked at those handprints, oh my goodness, so many memories came flooding back to me. Precious memories and so many emotions. Right? A lot of time has gone by since we made those handprints. It's a lot of great things and a lot of grief. But I'm grateful to have those memories attached to something so simple. Hear it and hold it. Isaiah 49, 16. See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands. Your walls are ever before me. This verse beautifully echoes the idea that even when places change and time moves on, we are not forgotten. Our stories and our identities are still held and remembered by God. Number three, not everything buried is meant to stay hidden, and not everything found must be opened right away. There is wisdom in waiting. Mira honored her mother's readiness instead of rushing the moment. In your own story, is there something you're holding emotionally or spiritually that might need more time before it's unwrapped. I've watched a couple videos and read a few books on people that have died, had an encounter with Jesus in heaven, and have come back to talk about it. But in those cases, many times it took them years to be able to talk about the fullness of that experience. It was so deep that it needed time to percolate for them to be able to share with others. And even then, they only shared with one or two people. It wasn't meant for everyone to hear. Hear it and hold it. Psalm 27 14. Wait for the Lord, be strong and take heart, and wait for the Lord. This scripture speaks to the wisdom in waiting and the importance of timing. This verse encourages patience, trusting in the right time for revelation and action. It emphasizes the strength found in waiting and honoring the process. especially when waiting on God. In this chapter, Mira did this by respecting her mother's readiness. Number four, the journey back is not always about the place. It's about the person you become on the way. In returning home, Mira found more than a box. She found connection, patience, hope. When you revisit something from your past, are you open to seeing it with new eyes? Have you ever looked at old items from your childhood and experienced them in a new way because of the changes in you? I have on many occasions, and it's usually with a deeper level of compassion for my younger self. To me, it feels good to care for myself with grace in this way. And I don't have a scripture to go along with this because I didn't want to mold scripture to my point. That's not what... I want to do with this podcast. I want to utilize scripture and make it come alive for us, not use it to make my point. So number five, sometimes healing starts not with answers, but with presence. Ruth wanted Mira's company, someone to sit beside her as she stepped back in time to previous memories. Who in your life might need your presence? Or do you need someone to sit with you to look at precious moments in your life? It's so sacred looking through photo albums and old things. Sometimes we want to do it by ourselves, and that's great. And sometimes we want to invite someone along on the journey. Hear it and hold it. Ruth 1, 16. But Ruth said, Do not urge me to leave you or to return from following you. For where you go, I will go, and where you lodge, I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and your God my God. This verse captures the sacred ministry of simply being with someone. Ruth didn't come with solutions. She came with loyalty, love, and presence. All right, I have four live it out action steps for you today. Before we jump into the action steps, I want to put a little disclaimer out there because I'm not sure who's listening and what your background is. But basically, I give these action steps to help people get unstuck, move forward in life to look at things differently and to try new things. If you feel like some of the suggestions I make would feel too overwhelming to you, please don't do it. Please, please, please just stay away from it. But if you feel like there's something, an action step I give that you feel like could be helpful, then go ahead and try it. And if you're already in therapy, then use this tool or these tools that I give you. and share them with your counselor, so that your counselor can support you in the work that you're doing. All right, let's jump in. Number one, visit a place from your past. Take a quiet walk or a drive to a home neighborhood or meaningful spot from your past. And if you don't have access to those, get out some pictures or even use Google Earth. My new favorite thing right now is my VR set. I really love that thing. I use it for exercise, but sometimes I will use it for Google Earth and go back to standing in front of my old home in my little town in Iowa. It's pretty cool. So as you're doing that, notice what has changed and what remains. Let your heart speak. What memories rise to the surface? Number two, write a letter you're never going to send. Think of someone from your past, maybe a parent, a sibling, a younger version of yourself, or someone no longer in your life. Write them a letter. Say what was left unsaid. But let this be healing. This is for you, not for them. So don't plan on sending it. This is a space for you to be able to release any thoughts, feelings. Anything that you feel like you want to say to that person, but either they're not here or they're not a safe person to say it to. Number three, create a memory box. Gather a few keepsakes that tell a story about your life or family. It could be photographs, notes, small gifts, or objects with emotional value. Create a quiet space to honor those memories. Number four, practice sacred waiting. Is there a question in your life that doesn't have an answer yet? Like Mira, allow yourself space to not know. Create a quiet moment and journal to ask God for peace as you wait. If you're a hands-on type person, kind of like I am, you can light a candle as an honor to God who is the light of the world and is a reflection of lighting up with answers. I'm a metaphor type of girl, so I have a lot of candles. Not that I use it for all this purpose, but... I do have times in my life where I have lit a candle and just ask God to hold whatever I am holding on to, to put it into his hands for his perspective and his peace. I also wanted to share something pretty fun that I think I've done. I have written a handful of books and one of the books is called Women of the Bible and it goes through 12 different women. looking at their lives and seeing how we are very similar to most of these women. And I share that with you because Ruth is one of the women. And we did read a Bible verse about Ruth. So if you head to my website, you can find a link there to read more about it if you're interested. Let me end us in prayer today. Dear Father, Thank you so much for the gentle way you lead us back to the places we've left behind, not to haunt us, but to heal us. Like Mira, we all carry questions, longings, and a quiet ache for things lost or left unspoken. Yet in your time, you stir what's been buried and shine light on what still matters. We thank you for the people who welcome us in, for the courage to face the past, and for the grace to wait when answers aren't ready yet. Teach us to hold space for our families, for our healing, and for the things we don't yet understand. Help us to see you in the smallest things. A handprint on concrete, a carved bluebird, a mother's quiet pause, and remind us that nothing meaningful is ever truly lost. It's just waiting to be found again. We trust you with our stories, we trust you with the timing, and we trust that love, when rooted in you, always. finds its way home. In Jesus' holy name we pray. Amen. Until next time, friends, may you find peace in the presence and hope on the hilltop. This is Kimberlee Herman cheering you on from Promise Hill.
Description
As Mira steps back in time, a mystery begins to unfold, one that she was not expecting. What will she find and what is still hidden? This is episode 6 of an unfolding story. While I am a counselor, this podcast is just for entertainment. Use what you like and ignore the rest. I am so glad you are joining me on this journey.
https://www.promisehillpodcast.com
Hosted by Ausha. See ausha.co/privacy-policy for more information.
Transcription
Hello, I'm Kimberlee Herman, your host on Promise Hill, and I'm so glad that you're here with me today. This is Chapter 6, The Secret Room. This is an unfolding fictional story that I've written. So you can start with Chapter 1 and let the story unfold, or you can jump in here, wherever you feel most comfortable. I'm just honored that you're spending your time with me today. Sometimes the past waits quietly, tucked in attics, hidden in old handwriting, or cemented into places we once called home. Today we return to one of those places with Mira, not knowing exactly what she'll find, only that something long buried is beginning to surface. Let's listen in.
Mira sat in her car, staring at the house she had grown up in. The blue shutters were now painted white, and a different car sat in the driveway. It wasn't hers anymore. She took a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel, ready to fight the rain. Would they even let her in? With a steadying exhale, she stepped out, covering her head with her jacket, and made her way to the front door, standing under the roof. Mira knocked with courage. A middle-aged woman with a short blonde bob and kind blue eyes opened the door.
Can I help you?
Mira cleared her throat.
Hi there. My name is Mira. My family and I used to live here. My mom just told me she left something in the attic before she moved a few years ago. I know this is a strange request. I was wondering if you would let me look for it.
The woman hesitated, glancing back inside.
I promise I won't take much of your time.
The woman studied her for a moment with cautious curiosity. The woman responded,
There wasn't anything up there when we moved in. Are you sure?
Mira nodded and opened up her mom's journal.
She says there's a hidden room. I have no idea if it really exists, but she drew this to show me how to find it.
Mira handed her the opened journal. The woman's expression softened. She looked at the drawing, then back at Mira with a big smile.
This sounds like the beginning of an adventure. I'm going to let my husband know what's going on. I'll be right back.
Mira exhaled, a quiet relief washing over her.
Thank you so much.
As she waited, she glanced down and noticed her small handprint, pressed into the cement all those years ago. The sight stirred a rush of memories. Birthday parties in the yard, the day she got her first car, her father's return from long business trips, her mother's love through every season. The woman returned and brought Mira back to the presence.
I'm Claire, by the way.
Come on in.
Mira smiled.
It's very nice to meet you, Claire.
She stepped over the threshold, stomping off the weather onto rainmats. She walked into the house that once held the heartbeat of her childhood. But time had changed everything. New floors, fresh paint, restructured walls, a familiar shell with a different soul. As they made their way up to the attic, they shared pleasant, surface-level conversation. Nothing too deep, just enough to keep the silence at bay. The attic greeted them with the scent of aged wood and dust. A single beam of sunlight slipped through a small window, casting long shadows across the floor. Mira's heart beat louder in her chest. as she took in the space, past brushing up against her like a whisper. Hide-and-seek? Christmas decorations? Her mother's voice calling her down for dinner. Claire interrupted Mira's thoughts.
Here we are. Let's take a look at that map again.
They both looked at the map and walked towards the wall in the back corner. Smooth, barely distinguishable. But there, just as her mother described, was the hidden button. camouflaged in the wood panel on the side wall. Mira pressed it, and a soft click echoed through the space. A concealed door swung open slowly. A light flickered to life inside the secret room. Claire gasped.
I can't believe this was here all along. What a lovely little space.
Mira stepped inside, awe settling over her like a blanket. A green leather recliner sat on a soft beige and blue rug by a small window cleverly hidden from the outside. On the other side, a tall lamp. A wall clock frozen at 3.16. One wall was lined with a built-in bookshelf, a few old books still resting there. It felt like a retreat, a sanctuary frozen in time. Beside the chair sat a banker's box, taped closed on all sides. Mira crouched beside it, brushing dust from the top. Her hand hovered over the tape, but something in her chest hesitated. This wasn't hers to open. Not yet. Instead, she lifted it carefully into her arms, feeling the weight of the box and the weight of memories. Coming here was much harder than she anticipated. Mira turned to Claire needing to leave. The weight of grief was settling in.
Thank you for letting me do this, Claire. I really appreciate it. But I need to leave. Of course, Mira. This must be a lot to take in. I'll walk you out.
As they left the attic, Claire said,
You're welcome back anytime. If I find anything else that belongs to your family,
I'll let you know.
Would you like to leave your number?
Mira nodded as they landed in the entryway. She scribbled her number on a notepad.
Thank you again, Claire. I appreciate your help. It was so nice to meet you.
Claire smiled and gave Mira a hug. It continued to rain as Mira ran to her car. She drove just around the corner before pulling over. The box sat on the passenger seat, silent but weighty with unspoken mementos. She rested a hand on the lid and wondered what could be living in the box that her mother wanted to keep private. Mira took a deep breath, ready to learn more from her mom as she arrived back at the care home, remembering Charity's advice to be grateful for the moments with her mom. and experiencing them as gifts. Mira ran through the rain into the care home. When she arrived to her mother's room, she found her sitting up in bed, humming softly to herself. When she saw the box, her eyes widened slightly.
Hey, Mama. I found the box you asked for. It was right where you said it would be, and I brought back your journal, too. That secret room is pretty neat. I can't believe I never knew about it.
Mira kissed her mom on the cheek. and set the box and book on the table. Ruth smiled softly, then looked away. A shadow passed across her face.
I'm… I'm not quite ready to open it.
Mira nodded, sensing something unspoken beneath her mother's hesitation.
That's okay, Mama. We can open it when you're ready.
Ruth reached for her hand.
Come back in a few days. We'll open it together then.
I will, Mama.
Two days later, it was a bright spring day with the birds singing their tunes. Mira walked the familiar hallway to her mother's room. Ruth was sitting in her chair this time, looking out the opened window. A gentle breeze kissing her face, while the sun gently caressed her skin. The box was moved to the corner, like a secret waiting to be shared. Ruth was staring peacefully out the window, catching glimpses of dancing birds and feisty squirrels. Mira hoped her mom would be able to have clarity today. When Mira entered, Ruth turned and smiled.
Oh, sweet girl, I'm glad you came back.
Mira exhaled a breath she did not realize was there.
It's good to see you, Mama. I brought you a gift from the bakery.
Mira handed her mom a paper napkin with a nice fat cookie on top.
Oh, thank you, dear Mira. You remembered my favorite.
Mira smiled as she savored the precious moment of her mother filled with joy at the small moment of eating a tasty cookie.
Hey, Mama, how do you feel about opening the box today?
Yes, Mira, it's time.
They tore off the tape and then opened the box together slowly, carefully removing a few old items from the top. College letters, family photos, journals. And then Ruth's breath caught as she pulled out a yellowed handkerchief. She slowly unwrapped the object, revealing a small wooden carving, a tiny bluebird with wings outstretched.
I haven't seen this in years. Your father gave it to me. It's my bluebird always reminding me that Robert would be flying home to see me.
Mira looked up.
My dad did something that thoughtful?
Ruth's voice dropped lower, distant.
He was gone a lot when you were little. Special Forces I never told you that, did I?
Mira shook her head slowly, stunned.
No. You told me he was in sales and had to travel the world selling vacuums. That didn't make sense when I got older, but you both never wanted to talk about it.
He couldn't tell us where he was. We weren't sure what to tell you. But every time he came home, he brought a gift. Something small, thoughtful. He said it helped- It helped him feel like he was still part of our everyday life.
Ruth looked down at the box.
I kept them all, everyone. Most were Christmas ornaments or coins. Do you remember the toys he brought home for you?
I have some memories, but I really remember just wanting him to stay home. Everyone else's dad was around. I thought he didn't like us enough to stay.
I'm sorry, my dear. That's not what happened and I'm sad you held that for so long. It was complicated.
Mira's eyes misted as she glanced at the growing pile of keepsakes between them as her mother took them out one by one.
You saved all this?
I saved him.
Her voice clinging to her own memories.
In my own way.
Mira sat beside her mother and reached for her hand. The moment was quiet. Sacred. And in that silence, the past didn't feel so far away anymore. She felt close to her mom as she studied her face and her hands. She was grateful for these shared moments of nostalgia and thankful for charity that she reminded her to cherish these moments. As Mira's fingers traced the edge of the box, her eyes caught a delicate worn piece of lace that were remnants of another time laying on top of an old brooch with a faded stone. Another bundle of handwritten letters tied with twine. Her wedding photo, a photo album she had never seen, and at the very bottom, a manila envelope. Mira reached in and pulled out the envelope, the weight of it unexpected in her hands. Before she could open it, Ruth's hand shot out and snatched it away.
That's not for now!
Mira blinked, startled.
But...
Not now!
Ruth clutched the envelope to her chest as she stood up and walked to her bed. Mira gently got up, laying the lace on her mother's bed, her heart thudding with questions.
Okay, Mama. I will be back soon.
As Mira got into her car, she finally asked,
I wonder what could possibly be in that envelope? And why did she get so agitated about it?
Some boxes hold more than objects. They carry memory, mystery. and meaning, wrapped in dust and quiet hope. Mira didn't just find a hidden room. She uncovered a piece of her family's soul. And sometimes, even the smallest item, a wooden bluebird, a hidden note, can remind us that love finds its way back in its own time. Join us next time in Promise Hill, where every discovery brings us closer to the heart. Take it away, Kimberlee.
Do you find yourself in a similar situation? Watching a loved one walk through changes or difficult times? Going back in time to feel what surfaces? I think a lot of us can feel what Mira is going through on some level. Today I have five reflections and four live it out action steps for you. Number one, sometimes the past doesn't ask to be remembered, it waits to be invited back in. Like a room hidden behind walls, the things we think we've lost often remain quietly preserved, waiting for the right moment to be uncovered. What are you ready to revisit, gently and without fear? Hear it and hold it. There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens. Ecclesiastes 3 verse 1. I know we have covered this Bible verse previously, but it's an important reminder that there is order with God. It shows up everywhere. The four seasons, the work of the planets, growing plants and flowers. Keep that in mind as you are walking through this season. Number two, memory is not just what we recall, it's what shapes us. A porch handprint, a secret room, a carved bluebird. The details we think are small can hold the entire weight of a lifetime. What small object or place brings your past rushing back? What does it still teach you? Last time I drove by the house I grew up in in small town Iowa. It still had our handprints in concrete on the sidewalk with our nicknames next to it, which I am not going to share with you at this time because they're a little embarrassing. My grandfather always picked out interesting nicknames for people that he loved. And when I looked at those handprints, oh my goodness, so many memories came flooding back to me. Precious memories and so many emotions. Right? A lot of time has gone by since we made those handprints. It's a lot of great things and a lot of grief. But I'm grateful to have those memories attached to something so simple. Hear it and hold it. Isaiah 49, 16. See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands. Your walls are ever before me. This verse beautifully echoes the idea that even when places change and time moves on, we are not forgotten. Our stories and our identities are still held and remembered by God. Number three, not everything buried is meant to stay hidden, and not everything found must be opened right away. There is wisdom in waiting. Mira honored her mother's readiness instead of rushing the moment. In your own story, is there something you're holding emotionally or spiritually that might need more time before it's unwrapped. I've watched a couple videos and read a few books on people that have died, had an encounter with Jesus in heaven, and have come back to talk about it. But in those cases, many times it took them years to be able to talk about the fullness of that experience. It was so deep that it needed time to percolate for them to be able to share with others. And even then, they only shared with one or two people. It wasn't meant for everyone to hear. Hear it and hold it. Psalm 27 14. Wait for the Lord, be strong and take heart, and wait for the Lord. This scripture speaks to the wisdom in waiting and the importance of timing. This verse encourages patience, trusting in the right time for revelation and action. It emphasizes the strength found in waiting and honoring the process. especially when waiting on God. In this chapter, Mira did this by respecting her mother's readiness. Number four, the journey back is not always about the place. It's about the person you become on the way. In returning home, Mira found more than a box. She found connection, patience, hope. When you revisit something from your past, are you open to seeing it with new eyes? Have you ever looked at old items from your childhood and experienced them in a new way because of the changes in you? I have on many occasions, and it's usually with a deeper level of compassion for my younger self. To me, it feels good to care for myself with grace in this way. And I don't have a scripture to go along with this because I didn't want to mold scripture to my point. That's not what... I want to do with this podcast. I want to utilize scripture and make it come alive for us, not use it to make my point. So number five, sometimes healing starts not with answers, but with presence. Ruth wanted Mira's company, someone to sit beside her as she stepped back in time to previous memories. Who in your life might need your presence? Or do you need someone to sit with you to look at precious moments in your life? It's so sacred looking through photo albums and old things. Sometimes we want to do it by ourselves, and that's great. And sometimes we want to invite someone along on the journey. Hear it and hold it. Ruth 1, 16. But Ruth said, Do not urge me to leave you or to return from following you. For where you go, I will go, and where you lodge, I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and your God my God. This verse captures the sacred ministry of simply being with someone. Ruth didn't come with solutions. She came with loyalty, love, and presence. All right, I have four live it out action steps for you today. Before we jump into the action steps, I want to put a little disclaimer out there because I'm not sure who's listening and what your background is. But basically, I give these action steps to help people get unstuck, move forward in life to look at things differently and to try new things. If you feel like some of the suggestions I make would feel too overwhelming to you, please don't do it. Please, please, please just stay away from it. But if you feel like there's something, an action step I give that you feel like could be helpful, then go ahead and try it. And if you're already in therapy, then use this tool or these tools that I give you. and share them with your counselor, so that your counselor can support you in the work that you're doing. All right, let's jump in. Number one, visit a place from your past. Take a quiet walk or a drive to a home neighborhood or meaningful spot from your past. And if you don't have access to those, get out some pictures or even use Google Earth. My new favorite thing right now is my VR set. I really love that thing. I use it for exercise, but sometimes I will use it for Google Earth and go back to standing in front of my old home in my little town in Iowa. It's pretty cool. So as you're doing that, notice what has changed and what remains. Let your heart speak. What memories rise to the surface? Number two, write a letter you're never going to send. Think of someone from your past, maybe a parent, a sibling, a younger version of yourself, or someone no longer in your life. Write them a letter. Say what was left unsaid. But let this be healing. This is for you, not for them. So don't plan on sending it. This is a space for you to be able to release any thoughts, feelings. Anything that you feel like you want to say to that person, but either they're not here or they're not a safe person to say it to. Number three, create a memory box. Gather a few keepsakes that tell a story about your life or family. It could be photographs, notes, small gifts, or objects with emotional value. Create a quiet space to honor those memories. Number four, practice sacred waiting. Is there a question in your life that doesn't have an answer yet? Like Mira, allow yourself space to not know. Create a quiet moment and journal to ask God for peace as you wait. If you're a hands-on type person, kind of like I am, you can light a candle as an honor to God who is the light of the world and is a reflection of lighting up with answers. I'm a metaphor type of girl, so I have a lot of candles. Not that I use it for all this purpose, but... I do have times in my life where I have lit a candle and just ask God to hold whatever I am holding on to, to put it into his hands for his perspective and his peace. I also wanted to share something pretty fun that I think I've done. I have written a handful of books and one of the books is called Women of the Bible and it goes through 12 different women. looking at their lives and seeing how we are very similar to most of these women. And I share that with you because Ruth is one of the women. And we did read a Bible verse about Ruth. So if you head to my website, you can find a link there to read more about it if you're interested. Let me end us in prayer today. Dear Father, Thank you so much for the gentle way you lead us back to the places we've left behind, not to haunt us, but to heal us. Like Mira, we all carry questions, longings, and a quiet ache for things lost or left unspoken. Yet in your time, you stir what's been buried and shine light on what still matters. We thank you for the people who welcome us in, for the courage to face the past, and for the grace to wait when answers aren't ready yet. Teach us to hold space for our families, for our healing, and for the things we don't yet understand. Help us to see you in the smallest things. A handprint on concrete, a carved bluebird, a mother's quiet pause, and remind us that nothing meaningful is ever truly lost. It's just waiting to be found again. We trust you with our stories, we trust you with the timing, and we trust that love, when rooted in you, always. finds its way home. In Jesus' holy name we pray. Amen. Until next time, friends, may you find peace in the presence and hope on the hilltop. This is Kimberlee Herman cheering you on from Promise Hill.
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As Mira steps back in time, a mystery begins to unfold, one that she was not expecting. What will she find and what is still hidden? This is episode 6 of an unfolding story. While I am a counselor, this podcast is just for entertainment. Use what you like and ignore the rest. I am so glad you are joining me on this journey.
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Hosted by Ausha. See ausha.co/privacy-policy for more information.
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Hello, I'm Kimberlee Herman, your host on Promise Hill, and I'm so glad that you're here with me today. This is Chapter 6, The Secret Room. This is an unfolding fictional story that I've written. So you can start with Chapter 1 and let the story unfold, or you can jump in here, wherever you feel most comfortable. I'm just honored that you're spending your time with me today. Sometimes the past waits quietly, tucked in attics, hidden in old handwriting, or cemented into places we once called home. Today we return to one of those places with Mira, not knowing exactly what she'll find, only that something long buried is beginning to surface. Let's listen in.
Mira sat in her car, staring at the house she had grown up in. The blue shutters were now painted white, and a different car sat in the driveway. It wasn't hers anymore. She took a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel, ready to fight the rain. Would they even let her in? With a steadying exhale, she stepped out, covering her head with her jacket, and made her way to the front door, standing under the roof. Mira knocked with courage. A middle-aged woman with a short blonde bob and kind blue eyes opened the door.
Can I help you?
Mira cleared her throat.
Hi there. My name is Mira. My family and I used to live here. My mom just told me she left something in the attic before she moved a few years ago. I know this is a strange request. I was wondering if you would let me look for it.
The woman hesitated, glancing back inside.
I promise I won't take much of your time.
The woman studied her for a moment with cautious curiosity. The woman responded,
There wasn't anything up there when we moved in. Are you sure?
Mira nodded and opened up her mom's journal.
She says there's a hidden room. I have no idea if it really exists, but she drew this to show me how to find it.
Mira handed her the opened journal. The woman's expression softened. She looked at the drawing, then back at Mira with a big smile.
This sounds like the beginning of an adventure. I'm going to let my husband know what's going on. I'll be right back.
Mira exhaled, a quiet relief washing over her.
Thank you so much.
As she waited, she glanced down and noticed her small handprint, pressed into the cement all those years ago. The sight stirred a rush of memories. Birthday parties in the yard, the day she got her first car, her father's return from long business trips, her mother's love through every season. The woman returned and brought Mira back to the presence.
I'm Claire, by the way.
Come on in.
Mira smiled.
It's very nice to meet you, Claire.
She stepped over the threshold, stomping off the weather onto rainmats. She walked into the house that once held the heartbeat of her childhood. But time had changed everything. New floors, fresh paint, restructured walls, a familiar shell with a different soul. As they made their way up to the attic, they shared pleasant, surface-level conversation. Nothing too deep, just enough to keep the silence at bay. The attic greeted them with the scent of aged wood and dust. A single beam of sunlight slipped through a small window, casting long shadows across the floor. Mira's heart beat louder in her chest. as she took in the space, past brushing up against her like a whisper. Hide-and-seek? Christmas decorations? Her mother's voice calling her down for dinner. Claire interrupted Mira's thoughts.
Here we are. Let's take a look at that map again.
They both looked at the map and walked towards the wall in the back corner. Smooth, barely distinguishable. But there, just as her mother described, was the hidden button. camouflaged in the wood panel on the side wall. Mira pressed it, and a soft click echoed through the space. A concealed door swung open slowly. A light flickered to life inside the secret room. Claire gasped.
I can't believe this was here all along. What a lovely little space.
Mira stepped inside, awe settling over her like a blanket. A green leather recliner sat on a soft beige and blue rug by a small window cleverly hidden from the outside. On the other side, a tall lamp. A wall clock frozen at 3.16. One wall was lined with a built-in bookshelf, a few old books still resting there. It felt like a retreat, a sanctuary frozen in time. Beside the chair sat a banker's box, taped closed on all sides. Mira crouched beside it, brushing dust from the top. Her hand hovered over the tape, but something in her chest hesitated. This wasn't hers to open. Not yet. Instead, she lifted it carefully into her arms, feeling the weight of the box and the weight of memories. Coming here was much harder than she anticipated. Mira turned to Claire needing to leave. The weight of grief was settling in.
Thank you for letting me do this, Claire. I really appreciate it. But I need to leave. Of course, Mira. This must be a lot to take in. I'll walk you out.
As they left the attic, Claire said,
You're welcome back anytime. If I find anything else that belongs to your family,
I'll let you know.
Would you like to leave your number?
Mira nodded as they landed in the entryway. She scribbled her number on a notepad.
Thank you again, Claire. I appreciate your help. It was so nice to meet you.
Claire smiled and gave Mira a hug. It continued to rain as Mira ran to her car. She drove just around the corner before pulling over. The box sat on the passenger seat, silent but weighty with unspoken mementos. She rested a hand on the lid and wondered what could be living in the box that her mother wanted to keep private. Mira took a deep breath, ready to learn more from her mom as she arrived back at the care home, remembering Charity's advice to be grateful for the moments with her mom. and experiencing them as gifts. Mira ran through the rain into the care home. When she arrived to her mother's room, she found her sitting up in bed, humming softly to herself. When she saw the box, her eyes widened slightly.
Hey, Mama. I found the box you asked for. It was right where you said it would be, and I brought back your journal, too. That secret room is pretty neat. I can't believe I never knew about it.
Mira kissed her mom on the cheek. and set the box and book on the table. Ruth smiled softly, then looked away. A shadow passed across her face.
I'm… I'm not quite ready to open it.
Mira nodded, sensing something unspoken beneath her mother's hesitation.
That's okay, Mama. We can open it when you're ready.
Ruth reached for her hand.
Come back in a few days. We'll open it together then.
I will, Mama.
Two days later, it was a bright spring day with the birds singing their tunes. Mira walked the familiar hallway to her mother's room. Ruth was sitting in her chair this time, looking out the opened window. A gentle breeze kissing her face, while the sun gently caressed her skin. The box was moved to the corner, like a secret waiting to be shared. Ruth was staring peacefully out the window, catching glimpses of dancing birds and feisty squirrels. Mira hoped her mom would be able to have clarity today. When Mira entered, Ruth turned and smiled.
Oh, sweet girl, I'm glad you came back.
Mira exhaled a breath she did not realize was there.
It's good to see you, Mama. I brought you a gift from the bakery.
Mira handed her mom a paper napkin with a nice fat cookie on top.
Oh, thank you, dear Mira. You remembered my favorite.
Mira smiled as she savored the precious moment of her mother filled with joy at the small moment of eating a tasty cookie.
Hey, Mama, how do you feel about opening the box today?
Yes, Mira, it's time.
They tore off the tape and then opened the box together slowly, carefully removing a few old items from the top. College letters, family photos, journals. And then Ruth's breath caught as she pulled out a yellowed handkerchief. She slowly unwrapped the object, revealing a small wooden carving, a tiny bluebird with wings outstretched.
I haven't seen this in years. Your father gave it to me. It's my bluebird always reminding me that Robert would be flying home to see me.
Mira looked up.
My dad did something that thoughtful?
Ruth's voice dropped lower, distant.
He was gone a lot when you were little. Special Forces I never told you that, did I?
Mira shook her head slowly, stunned.
No. You told me he was in sales and had to travel the world selling vacuums. That didn't make sense when I got older, but you both never wanted to talk about it.
He couldn't tell us where he was. We weren't sure what to tell you. But every time he came home, he brought a gift. Something small, thoughtful. He said it helped- It helped him feel like he was still part of our everyday life.
Ruth looked down at the box.
I kept them all, everyone. Most were Christmas ornaments or coins. Do you remember the toys he brought home for you?
I have some memories, but I really remember just wanting him to stay home. Everyone else's dad was around. I thought he didn't like us enough to stay.
I'm sorry, my dear. That's not what happened and I'm sad you held that for so long. It was complicated.
Mira's eyes misted as she glanced at the growing pile of keepsakes between them as her mother took them out one by one.
You saved all this?
I saved him.
Her voice clinging to her own memories.
In my own way.
Mira sat beside her mother and reached for her hand. The moment was quiet. Sacred. And in that silence, the past didn't feel so far away anymore. She felt close to her mom as she studied her face and her hands. She was grateful for these shared moments of nostalgia and thankful for charity that she reminded her to cherish these moments. As Mira's fingers traced the edge of the box, her eyes caught a delicate worn piece of lace that were remnants of another time laying on top of an old brooch with a faded stone. Another bundle of handwritten letters tied with twine. Her wedding photo, a photo album she had never seen, and at the very bottom, a manila envelope. Mira reached in and pulled out the envelope, the weight of it unexpected in her hands. Before she could open it, Ruth's hand shot out and snatched it away.
That's not for now!
Mira blinked, startled.
But...
Not now!
Ruth clutched the envelope to her chest as she stood up and walked to her bed. Mira gently got up, laying the lace on her mother's bed, her heart thudding with questions.
Okay, Mama. I will be back soon.
As Mira got into her car, she finally asked,
I wonder what could possibly be in that envelope? And why did she get so agitated about it?
Some boxes hold more than objects. They carry memory, mystery. and meaning, wrapped in dust and quiet hope. Mira didn't just find a hidden room. She uncovered a piece of her family's soul. And sometimes, even the smallest item, a wooden bluebird, a hidden note, can remind us that love finds its way back in its own time. Join us next time in Promise Hill, where every discovery brings us closer to the heart. Take it away, Kimberlee.
Do you find yourself in a similar situation? Watching a loved one walk through changes or difficult times? Going back in time to feel what surfaces? I think a lot of us can feel what Mira is going through on some level. Today I have five reflections and four live it out action steps for you. Number one, sometimes the past doesn't ask to be remembered, it waits to be invited back in. Like a room hidden behind walls, the things we think we've lost often remain quietly preserved, waiting for the right moment to be uncovered. What are you ready to revisit, gently and without fear? Hear it and hold it. There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens. Ecclesiastes 3 verse 1. I know we have covered this Bible verse previously, but it's an important reminder that there is order with God. It shows up everywhere. The four seasons, the work of the planets, growing plants and flowers. Keep that in mind as you are walking through this season. Number two, memory is not just what we recall, it's what shapes us. A porch handprint, a secret room, a carved bluebird. The details we think are small can hold the entire weight of a lifetime. What small object or place brings your past rushing back? What does it still teach you? Last time I drove by the house I grew up in in small town Iowa. It still had our handprints in concrete on the sidewalk with our nicknames next to it, which I am not going to share with you at this time because they're a little embarrassing. My grandfather always picked out interesting nicknames for people that he loved. And when I looked at those handprints, oh my goodness, so many memories came flooding back to me. Precious memories and so many emotions. Right? A lot of time has gone by since we made those handprints. It's a lot of great things and a lot of grief. But I'm grateful to have those memories attached to something so simple. Hear it and hold it. Isaiah 49, 16. See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands. Your walls are ever before me. This verse beautifully echoes the idea that even when places change and time moves on, we are not forgotten. Our stories and our identities are still held and remembered by God. Number three, not everything buried is meant to stay hidden, and not everything found must be opened right away. There is wisdom in waiting. Mira honored her mother's readiness instead of rushing the moment. In your own story, is there something you're holding emotionally or spiritually that might need more time before it's unwrapped. I've watched a couple videos and read a few books on people that have died, had an encounter with Jesus in heaven, and have come back to talk about it. But in those cases, many times it took them years to be able to talk about the fullness of that experience. It was so deep that it needed time to percolate for them to be able to share with others. And even then, they only shared with one or two people. It wasn't meant for everyone to hear. Hear it and hold it. Psalm 27 14. Wait for the Lord, be strong and take heart, and wait for the Lord. This scripture speaks to the wisdom in waiting and the importance of timing. This verse encourages patience, trusting in the right time for revelation and action. It emphasizes the strength found in waiting and honoring the process. especially when waiting on God. In this chapter, Mira did this by respecting her mother's readiness. Number four, the journey back is not always about the place. It's about the person you become on the way. In returning home, Mira found more than a box. She found connection, patience, hope. When you revisit something from your past, are you open to seeing it with new eyes? Have you ever looked at old items from your childhood and experienced them in a new way because of the changes in you? I have on many occasions, and it's usually with a deeper level of compassion for my younger self. To me, it feels good to care for myself with grace in this way. And I don't have a scripture to go along with this because I didn't want to mold scripture to my point. That's not what... I want to do with this podcast. I want to utilize scripture and make it come alive for us, not use it to make my point. So number five, sometimes healing starts not with answers, but with presence. Ruth wanted Mira's company, someone to sit beside her as she stepped back in time to previous memories. Who in your life might need your presence? Or do you need someone to sit with you to look at precious moments in your life? It's so sacred looking through photo albums and old things. Sometimes we want to do it by ourselves, and that's great. And sometimes we want to invite someone along on the journey. Hear it and hold it. Ruth 1, 16. But Ruth said, Do not urge me to leave you or to return from following you. For where you go, I will go, and where you lodge, I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and your God my God. This verse captures the sacred ministry of simply being with someone. Ruth didn't come with solutions. She came with loyalty, love, and presence. All right, I have four live it out action steps for you today. Before we jump into the action steps, I want to put a little disclaimer out there because I'm not sure who's listening and what your background is. But basically, I give these action steps to help people get unstuck, move forward in life to look at things differently and to try new things. If you feel like some of the suggestions I make would feel too overwhelming to you, please don't do it. Please, please, please just stay away from it. But if you feel like there's something, an action step I give that you feel like could be helpful, then go ahead and try it. And if you're already in therapy, then use this tool or these tools that I give you. and share them with your counselor, so that your counselor can support you in the work that you're doing. All right, let's jump in. Number one, visit a place from your past. Take a quiet walk or a drive to a home neighborhood or meaningful spot from your past. And if you don't have access to those, get out some pictures or even use Google Earth. My new favorite thing right now is my VR set. I really love that thing. I use it for exercise, but sometimes I will use it for Google Earth and go back to standing in front of my old home in my little town in Iowa. It's pretty cool. So as you're doing that, notice what has changed and what remains. Let your heart speak. What memories rise to the surface? Number two, write a letter you're never going to send. Think of someone from your past, maybe a parent, a sibling, a younger version of yourself, or someone no longer in your life. Write them a letter. Say what was left unsaid. But let this be healing. This is for you, not for them. So don't plan on sending it. This is a space for you to be able to release any thoughts, feelings. Anything that you feel like you want to say to that person, but either they're not here or they're not a safe person to say it to. Number three, create a memory box. Gather a few keepsakes that tell a story about your life or family. It could be photographs, notes, small gifts, or objects with emotional value. Create a quiet space to honor those memories. Number four, practice sacred waiting. Is there a question in your life that doesn't have an answer yet? Like Mira, allow yourself space to not know. Create a quiet moment and journal to ask God for peace as you wait. If you're a hands-on type person, kind of like I am, you can light a candle as an honor to God who is the light of the world and is a reflection of lighting up with answers. I'm a metaphor type of girl, so I have a lot of candles. Not that I use it for all this purpose, but... I do have times in my life where I have lit a candle and just ask God to hold whatever I am holding on to, to put it into his hands for his perspective and his peace. I also wanted to share something pretty fun that I think I've done. I have written a handful of books and one of the books is called Women of the Bible and it goes through 12 different women. looking at their lives and seeing how we are very similar to most of these women. And I share that with you because Ruth is one of the women. And we did read a Bible verse about Ruth. So if you head to my website, you can find a link there to read more about it if you're interested. Let me end us in prayer today. Dear Father, Thank you so much for the gentle way you lead us back to the places we've left behind, not to haunt us, but to heal us. Like Mira, we all carry questions, longings, and a quiet ache for things lost or left unspoken. Yet in your time, you stir what's been buried and shine light on what still matters. We thank you for the people who welcome us in, for the courage to face the past, and for the grace to wait when answers aren't ready yet. Teach us to hold space for our families, for our healing, and for the things we don't yet understand. Help us to see you in the smallest things. A handprint on concrete, a carved bluebird, a mother's quiet pause, and remind us that nothing meaningful is ever truly lost. It's just waiting to be found again. We trust you with our stories, we trust you with the timing, and we trust that love, when rooted in you, always. finds its way home. In Jesus' holy name we pray. Amen. Until next time, friends, may you find peace in the presence and hope on the hilltop. This is Kimberlee Herman cheering you on from Promise Hill.
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As Mira steps back in time, a mystery begins to unfold, one that she was not expecting. What will she find and what is still hidden? This is episode 6 of an unfolding story. While I am a counselor, this podcast is just for entertainment. Use what you like and ignore the rest. I am so glad you are joining me on this journey.
https://www.promisehillpodcast.com
Hosted by Ausha. See ausha.co/privacy-policy for more information.
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Hello, I'm Kimberlee Herman, your host on Promise Hill, and I'm so glad that you're here with me today. This is Chapter 6, The Secret Room. This is an unfolding fictional story that I've written. So you can start with Chapter 1 and let the story unfold, or you can jump in here, wherever you feel most comfortable. I'm just honored that you're spending your time with me today. Sometimes the past waits quietly, tucked in attics, hidden in old handwriting, or cemented into places we once called home. Today we return to one of those places with Mira, not knowing exactly what she'll find, only that something long buried is beginning to surface. Let's listen in.
Mira sat in her car, staring at the house she had grown up in. The blue shutters were now painted white, and a different car sat in the driveway. It wasn't hers anymore. She took a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel, ready to fight the rain. Would they even let her in? With a steadying exhale, she stepped out, covering her head with her jacket, and made her way to the front door, standing under the roof. Mira knocked with courage. A middle-aged woman with a short blonde bob and kind blue eyes opened the door.
Can I help you?
Mira cleared her throat.
Hi there. My name is Mira. My family and I used to live here. My mom just told me she left something in the attic before she moved a few years ago. I know this is a strange request. I was wondering if you would let me look for it.
The woman hesitated, glancing back inside.
I promise I won't take much of your time.
The woman studied her for a moment with cautious curiosity. The woman responded,
There wasn't anything up there when we moved in. Are you sure?
Mira nodded and opened up her mom's journal.
She says there's a hidden room. I have no idea if it really exists, but she drew this to show me how to find it.
Mira handed her the opened journal. The woman's expression softened. She looked at the drawing, then back at Mira with a big smile.
This sounds like the beginning of an adventure. I'm going to let my husband know what's going on. I'll be right back.
Mira exhaled, a quiet relief washing over her.
Thank you so much.
As she waited, she glanced down and noticed her small handprint, pressed into the cement all those years ago. The sight stirred a rush of memories. Birthday parties in the yard, the day she got her first car, her father's return from long business trips, her mother's love through every season. The woman returned and brought Mira back to the presence.
I'm Claire, by the way.
Come on in.
Mira smiled.
It's very nice to meet you, Claire.
She stepped over the threshold, stomping off the weather onto rainmats. She walked into the house that once held the heartbeat of her childhood. But time had changed everything. New floors, fresh paint, restructured walls, a familiar shell with a different soul. As they made their way up to the attic, they shared pleasant, surface-level conversation. Nothing too deep, just enough to keep the silence at bay. The attic greeted them with the scent of aged wood and dust. A single beam of sunlight slipped through a small window, casting long shadows across the floor. Mira's heart beat louder in her chest. as she took in the space, past brushing up against her like a whisper. Hide-and-seek? Christmas decorations? Her mother's voice calling her down for dinner. Claire interrupted Mira's thoughts.
Here we are. Let's take a look at that map again.
They both looked at the map and walked towards the wall in the back corner. Smooth, barely distinguishable. But there, just as her mother described, was the hidden button. camouflaged in the wood panel on the side wall. Mira pressed it, and a soft click echoed through the space. A concealed door swung open slowly. A light flickered to life inside the secret room. Claire gasped.
I can't believe this was here all along. What a lovely little space.
Mira stepped inside, awe settling over her like a blanket. A green leather recliner sat on a soft beige and blue rug by a small window cleverly hidden from the outside. On the other side, a tall lamp. A wall clock frozen at 3.16. One wall was lined with a built-in bookshelf, a few old books still resting there. It felt like a retreat, a sanctuary frozen in time. Beside the chair sat a banker's box, taped closed on all sides. Mira crouched beside it, brushing dust from the top. Her hand hovered over the tape, but something in her chest hesitated. This wasn't hers to open. Not yet. Instead, she lifted it carefully into her arms, feeling the weight of the box and the weight of memories. Coming here was much harder than she anticipated. Mira turned to Claire needing to leave. The weight of grief was settling in.
Thank you for letting me do this, Claire. I really appreciate it. But I need to leave. Of course, Mira. This must be a lot to take in. I'll walk you out.
As they left the attic, Claire said,
You're welcome back anytime. If I find anything else that belongs to your family,
I'll let you know.
Would you like to leave your number?
Mira nodded as they landed in the entryway. She scribbled her number on a notepad.
Thank you again, Claire. I appreciate your help. It was so nice to meet you.
Claire smiled and gave Mira a hug. It continued to rain as Mira ran to her car. She drove just around the corner before pulling over. The box sat on the passenger seat, silent but weighty with unspoken mementos. She rested a hand on the lid and wondered what could be living in the box that her mother wanted to keep private. Mira took a deep breath, ready to learn more from her mom as she arrived back at the care home, remembering Charity's advice to be grateful for the moments with her mom. and experiencing them as gifts. Mira ran through the rain into the care home. When she arrived to her mother's room, she found her sitting up in bed, humming softly to herself. When she saw the box, her eyes widened slightly.
Hey, Mama. I found the box you asked for. It was right where you said it would be, and I brought back your journal, too. That secret room is pretty neat. I can't believe I never knew about it.
Mira kissed her mom on the cheek. and set the box and book on the table. Ruth smiled softly, then looked away. A shadow passed across her face.
I'm… I'm not quite ready to open it.
Mira nodded, sensing something unspoken beneath her mother's hesitation.
That's okay, Mama. We can open it when you're ready.
Ruth reached for her hand.
Come back in a few days. We'll open it together then.
I will, Mama.
Two days later, it was a bright spring day with the birds singing their tunes. Mira walked the familiar hallway to her mother's room. Ruth was sitting in her chair this time, looking out the opened window. A gentle breeze kissing her face, while the sun gently caressed her skin. The box was moved to the corner, like a secret waiting to be shared. Ruth was staring peacefully out the window, catching glimpses of dancing birds and feisty squirrels. Mira hoped her mom would be able to have clarity today. When Mira entered, Ruth turned and smiled.
Oh, sweet girl, I'm glad you came back.
Mira exhaled a breath she did not realize was there.
It's good to see you, Mama. I brought you a gift from the bakery.
Mira handed her mom a paper napkin with a nice fat cookie on top.
Oh, thank you, dear Mira. You remembered my favorite.
Mira smiled as she savored the precious moment of her mother filled with joy at the small moment of eating a tasty cookie.
Hey, Mama, how do you feel about opening the box today?
Yes, Mira, it's time.
They tore off the tape and then opened the box together slowly, carefully removing a few old items from the top. College letters, family photos, journals. And then Ruth's breath caught as she pulled out a yellowed handkerchief. She slowly unwrapped the object, revealing a small wooden carving, a tiny bluebird with wings outstretched.
I haven't seen this in years. Your father gave it to me. It's my bluebird always reminding me that Robert would be flying home to see me.
Mira looked up.
My dad did something that thoughtful?
Ruth's voice dropped lower, distant.
He was gone a lot when you were little. Special Forces I never told you that, did I?
Mira shook her head slowly, stunned.
No. You told me he was in sales and had to travel the world selling vacuums. That didn't make sense when I got older, but you both never wanted to talk about it.
He couldn't tell us where he was. We weren't sure what to tell you. But every time he came home, he brought a gift. Something small, thoughtful. He said it helped- It helped him feel like he was still part of our everyday life.
Ruth looked down at the box.
I kept them all, everyone. Most were Christmas ornaments or coins. Do you remember the toys he brought home for you?
I have some memories, but I really remember just wanting him to stay home. Everyone else's dad was around. I thought he didn't like us enough to stay.
I'm sorry, my dear. That's not what happened and I'm sad you held that for so long. It was complicated.
Mira's eyes misted as she glanced at the growing pile of keepsakes between them as her mother took them out one by one.
You saved all this?
I saved him.
Her voice clinging to her own memories.
In my own way.
Mira sat beside her mother and reached for her hand. The moment was quiet. Sacred. And in that silence, the past didn't feel so far away anymore. She felt close to her mom as she studied her face and her hands. She was grateful for these shared moments of nostalgia and thankful for charity that she reminded her to cherish these moments. As Mira's fingers traced the edge of the box, her eyes caught a delicate worn piece of lace that were remnants of another time laying on top of an old brooch with a faded stone. Another bundle of handwritten letters tied with twine. Her wedding photo, a photo album she had never seen, and at the very bottom, a manila envelope. Mira reached in and pulled out the envelope, the weight of it unexpected in her hands. Before she could open it, Ruth's hand shot out and snatched it away.
That's not for now!
Mira blinked, startled.
But...
Not now!
Ruth clutched the envelope to her chest as she stood up and walked to her bed. Mira gently got up, laying the lace on her mother's bed, her heart thudding with questions.
Okay, Mama. I will be back soon.
As Mira got into her car, she finally asked,
I wonder what could possibly be in that envelope? And why did she get so agitated about it?
Some boxes hold more than objects. They carry memory, mystery. and meaning, wrapped in dust and quiet hope. Mira didn't just find a hidden room. She uncovered a piece of her family's soul. And sometimes, even the smallest item, a wooden bluebird, a hidden note, can remind us that love finds its way back in its own time. Join us next time in Promise Hill, where every discovery brings us closer to the heart. Take it away, Kimberlee.
Do you find yourself in a similar situation? Watching a loved one walk through changes or difficult times? Going back in time to feel what surfaces? I think a lot of us can feel what Mira is going through on some level. Today I have five reflections and four live it out action steps for you. Number one, sometimes the past doesn't ask to be remembered, it waits to be invited back in. Like a room hidden behind walls, the things we think we've lost often remain quietly preserved, waiting for the right moment to be uncovered. What are you ready to revisit, gently and without fear? Hear it and hold it. There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens. Ecclesiastes 3 verse 1. I know we have covered this Bible verse previously, but it's an important reminder that there is order with God. It shows up everywhere. The four seasons, the work of the planets, growing plants and flowers. Keep that in mind as you are walking through this season. Number two, memory is not just what we recall, it's what shapes us. A porch handprint, a secret room, a carved bluebird. The details we think are small can hold the entire weight of a lifetime. What small object or place brings your past rushing back? What does it still teach you? Last time I drove by the house I grew up in in small town Iowa. It still had our handprints in concrete on the sidewalk with our nicknames next to it, which I am not going to share with you at this time because they're a little embarrassing. My grandfather always picked out interesting nicknames for people that he loved. And when I looked at those handprints, oh my goodness, so many memories came flooding back to me. Precious memories and so many emotions. Right? A lot of time has gone by since we made those handprints. It's a lot of great things and a lot of grief. But I'm grateful to have those memories attached to something so simple. Hear it and hold it. Isaiah 49, 16. See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands. Your walls are ever before me. This verse beautifully echoes the idea that even when places change and time moves on, we are not forgotten. Our stories and our identities are still held and remembered by God. Number three, not everything buried is meant to stay hidden, and not everything found must be opened right away. There is wisdom in waiting. Mira honored her mother's readiness instead of rushing the moment. In your own story, is there something you're holding emotionally or spiritually that might need more time before it's unwrapped. I've watched a couple videos and read a few books on people that have died, had an encounter with Jesus in heaven, and have come back to talk about it. But in those cases, many times it took them years to be able to talk about the fullness of that experience. It was so deep that it needed time to percolate for them to be able to share with others. And even then, they only shared with one or two people. It wasn't meant for everyone to hear. Hear it and hold it. Psalm 27 14. Wait for the Lord, be strong and take heart, and wait for the Lord. This scripture speaks to the wisdom in waiting and the importance of timing. This verse encourages patience, trusting in the right time for revelation and action. It emphasizes the strength found in waiting and honoring the process. especially when waiting on God. In this chapter, Mira did this by respecting her mother's readiness. Number four, the journey back is not always about the place. It's about the person you become on the way. In returning home, Mira found more than a box. She found connection, patience, hope. When you revisit something from your past, are you open to seeing it with new eyes? Have you ever looked at old items from your childhood and experienced them in a new way because of the changes in you? I have on many occasions, and it's usually with a deeper level of compassion for my younger self. To me, it feels good to care for myself with grace in this way. And I don't have a scripture to go along with this because I didn't want to mold scripture to my point. That's not what... I want to do with this podcast. I want to utilize scripture and make it come alive for us, not use it to make my point. So number five, sometimes healing starts not with answers, but with presence. Ruth wanted Mira's company, someone to sit beside her as she stepped back in time to previous memories. Who in your life might need your presence? Or do you need someone to sit with you to look at precious moments in your life? It's so sacred looking through photo albums and old things. Sometimes we want to do it by ourselves, and that's great. And sometimes we want to invite someone along on the journey. Hear it and hold it. Ruth 1, 16. But Ruth said, Do not urge me to leave you or to return from following you. For where you go, I will go, and where you lodge, I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and your God my God. This verse captures the sacred ministry of simply being with someone. Ruth didn't come with solutions. She came with loyalty, love, and presence. All right, I have four live it out action steps for you today. Before we jump into the action steps, I want to put a little disclaimer out there because I'm not sure who's listening and what your background is. But basically, I give these action steps to help people get unstuck, move forward in life to look at things differently and to try new things. If you feel like some of the suggestions I make would feel too overwhelming to you, please don't do it. Please, please, please just stay away from it. But if you feel like there's something, an action step I give that you feel like could be helpful, then go ahead and try it. And if you're already in therapy, then use this tool or these tools that I give you. and share them with your counselor, so that your counselor can support you in the work that you're doing. All right, let's jump in. Number one, visit a place from your past. Take a quiet walk or a drive to a home neighborhood or meaningful spot from your past. And if you don't have access to those, get out some pictures or even use Google Earth. My new favorite thing right now is my VR set. I really love that thing. I use it for exercise, but sometimes I will use it for Google Earth and go back to standing in front of my old home in my little town in Iowa. It's pretty cool. So as you're doing that, notice what has changed and what remains. Let your heart speak. What memories rise to the surface? Number two, write a letter you're never going to send. Think of someone from your past, maybe a parent, a sibling, a younger version of yourself, or someone no longer in your life. Write them a letter. Say what was left unsaid. But let this be healing. This is for you, not for them. So don't plan on sending it. This is a space for you to be able to release any thoughts, feelings. Anything that you feel like you want to say to that person, but either they're not here or they're not a safe person to say it to. Number three, create a memory box. Gather a few keepsakes that tell a story about your life or family. It could be photographs, notes, small gifts, or objects with emotional value. Create a quiet space to honor those memories. Number four, practice sacred waiting. Is there a question in your life that doesn't have an answer yet? Like Mira, allow yourself space to not know. Create a quiet moment and journal to ask God for peace as you wait. If you're a hands-on type person, kind of like I am, you can light a candle as an honor to God who is the light of the world and is a reflection of lighting up with answers. I'm a metaphor type of girl, so I have a lot of candles. Not that I use it for all this purpose, but... I do have times in my life where I have lit a candle and just ask God to hold whatever I am holding on to, to put it into his hands for his perspective and his peace. I also wanted to share something pretty fun that I think I've done. I have written a handful of books and one of the books is called Women of the Bible and it goes through 12 different women. looking at their lives and seeing how we are very similar to most of these women. And I share that with you because Ruth is one of the women. And we did read a Bible verse about Ruth. So if you head to my website, you can find a link there to read more about it if you're interested. Let me end us in prayer today. Dear Father, Thank you so much for the gentle way you lead us back to the places we've left behind, not to haunt us, but to heal us. Like Mira, we all carry questions, longings, and a quiet ache for things lost or left unspoken. Yet in your time, you stir what's been buried and shine light on what still matters. We thank you for the people who welcome us in, for the courage to face the past, and for the grace to wait when answers aren't ready yet. Teach us to hold space for our families, for our healing, and for the things we don't yet understand. Help us to see you in the smallest things. A handprint on concrete, a carved bluebird, a mother's quiet pause, and remind us that nothing meaningful is ever truly lost. It's just waiting to be found again. We trust you with our stories, we trust you with the timing, and we trust that love, when rooted in you, always. finds its way home. In Jesus' holy name we pray. Amen. Until next time, friends, may you find peace in the presence and hope on the hilltop. This is Kimberlee Herman cheering you on from Promise Hill.
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