Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Treasures are in the eye of the beholder
Ok, on the risk of sounding morbid, I have been thinking alot about how short our lives are. Really...even people who live like 90 or 100 years, that is really short! Maybe it's because I have been going through Mark's things. I hold items in my hand that he loved so much. The ache in my chest gets stronger when I pick up items that he loved. The dust from years of keeping magazines from the 1970s still intact and his handwriting on the boxes that label each issue. I reach out and touch the box, the handwriting, listen to his voice as he asked me to move them over and over to categorize them differently. I think of how many times we moved these things and stored them in basements and closets that were 'dry and clean' to keep the integrity of these earthly items.
And now...here I am, struggling to find anyone who is interested in buying them for pennies, wondering why a treasure was so precious to one man and so "worthless" to others.
On Sunday I sang Amazing Grace at the nursing home, I heard the words "when we've been there 10,000 years, bright shining as the sun, we've no less days to sing God's praise than when we first begun." Do you hear that? 10,000 years... if we live to be 100, we are considered old! What about 1,000 of those 100's more? Eternity is 10k as Mark would put it ...times 10k times 10k ...times as many 10k as you can write down for the rest of your existence.
I have been writing out the Book of Psalms: Yesterday it was Psalm 39... whoa... does that ever get you thinking:
(The first part says "I will put a muzzle on my mouth to keep me from sin!" which I haven't quite learned yet).
But pay attention to Verse 5: You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure.
So, I guess what I'm mumbling about today is that here we are, storing up our treasures on earth. The car, the sewing machines :-), the nice house, the financial status, the 401K, the magazines :-) and it's a mere breath of time. What are we doing to store up for eternity? Pastor John said that earning a "good name" is important here on earth, but earning a good name for God's kingdom is more important. He asked if you were applying to get into heaven and needed a character reference, would you be able to find someone to write you a letter of recommendation? hmmm... that's an interesting thought!
I'm off to see my financial guy today lol... and then take my daddio to the dentist (he still has all of his teeth!! and he is 90! now that's OLD!)... ha ha ha!
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After 8 years, I still have things to go through. Some were easy to give away and I started at the get-together after the funeral, some later went to our kids and some went to grandchildren, some went to thrift stores -- but some are just too full of memories and I keep those mementos in drawers, in closets, in the garage. The other day my granddaughter came upstairs from the storage unit in the basement with "Grandpa's cap" with the biggest smile on her face. Could she keep it and hang it on her bedroom wall? And that's where it went, to give her comfort even after 8 years. I was telling somebody just today that when he died, she told people that "Grandpa died from amonia and bikinia." Of course, he died from pneumonia and leukemia, but each time she shared her version, we smiled. He would have loved her description far more than ours. The memories cease to be painful and become wonderful memories instead.
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