A friend of mine is going through a divorce.
Consequently, the house must be sold along with much of its contents. She
decided to have a garage sale to get rid of most of the items. God has
given me the gift of time, so I offered to help. After the garage sale, a
storage building out back still needed to be cleaned out. Everything had
to be sorted into piles: donate, keep or trash. So many things were
donated as well as trashed. Relatively speaking she kept very
little.
We have only been friends for a few months, so I don’t know her
that well. I watch her examine the contents of each box. Boxes
filled with memories of her life, treasures from her parents, accomplishments
from projects at work, artwork the kids have made in school, photos....
Sometimes she would laugh and say, “Oh, I remember this…”, and she would share
her memory with me. Other boxes she could quickly glance at and
immediately send to the trash pile. The hardest boxes were moved to the
‘keep’ pile, to deal with another time.
I saw the pain on her face as her lips quivered and eyes
filled with tears. A lifetime of memories, a marriage torn apart,
children’s hearts broken.
There is nothing I can say. No words can describe the
devastation my friend feels. Only God knows her heart and all that has
happened. He knows what each box meant to her. He knows the rest of
her story.
Jeremiah 29:11-12
For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me and I will listen to you.
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