I grew up in the 40’s/50’s with practical parents. A mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it… A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away..
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there’d always be more.
But then my mother died, and on that clear summer’s night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t any more.
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away….never to return.. So… while we have it…… it’s best we love it…. and care for it… and fix it when it’s ! broken……… and heal it when it’s sick.
This is true. for marriage…….. and old cars…. and children with bad report cards….. and dogs with bad hips….. and aging parents…. . and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. Like a
There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special…….. and so, we keep them close!
THIS WAS EMAILED TO ME AND IT REMINDED ME OF THE HOME I GREW UP IN. AS A KID I THOUGHT THINGS WOULD ALWAYS STAY THE SAME. MY DAD TELLING ME TO TURN OFF THE LIGHT AND CATCH A NICKLE, MY MOM COLLECTING RAIN WATER TO WATER HER PLANTS. THINGS DO CHANGE AND NOT ALWAYS FOR THE GOOD AND YET IT IS INEVITABLE.
ALL I KNOW IS WE MUST LIVE IN TODAY, NOT YESTERDAY, NOT TOMORROW BUT RIGHT NOW. WE MUST LOVE COMPLETELY AND FEEL DEEPLY FOR OUR FELLOW MAN (WOMAN). AGAIN, IT IS BIBLICAL–LOVE THE LORD AND LOVE YOUR FELLOW MAN.