Amidst all the moaning and the tears and emotional ups and downs in the process of selling my house, I'm afraid I may have missed some of the treasures God has slipped into my pockets. The gifts that at the time seem to be just part of the process or maybe taken for granted. I'm reading Learning to Walk in the Dark by Barbara Brown Taylor. She writes about finding a glittering stone in a dark cave, but when she got out into the light, the stone was quite ordinary--even common. But in the dark of her closet, it once again glittered like jewels. This story inspired me to pause and reflect on this somewhat dark time of selling my house.
Jewels I found in my pocket...
Meeting a young lady at a yard sale
is more precious that a for-sale sign
Loving my neighbors means more
than chipped paint or shiny floors
Sometimes a sister in law
is closer than a sister
The economy of a home sale is not a personal thing;
it's just part of the greed machine
A cup of coffee on my front porch
is still the best place to go deep
Memories with your children
are your dearest treasures
Giving away the old piano
brought me peace, and a new friend, joy
My old grill sitting on the sidewalk
was just what a passerby wanted
Packing up boxes of things formy children to open in the future
is worth my aching back and yards of packing tape
An unexpected container of beans and rice
in my fridge when I got home from work
Mr and Mrs cardinal chattering the reminder
that His eye is on the sparrow...and cardinal
FaceTime with Maggie always makes me yearn
for my new home
7/23-7/25/15
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