Don't you just love Debbie at Words on Wheels? If you haven't met her you must. She just enjoys yakking and with her yakking we are convicted, cry, laugh...yes, laugh a lot and then see ourselves in her daily walk. So this week she just went to meddling when she posted on hoarding. Now I must say, when I started her post I had my finger pointing at others, but not myself.
Well you know that saying...while pointing with one finger you have three pointing back at you.
So I must confess...I have a hoarding issue also. I have 10 thousand plus pictures...in boxes, in photo albums and tons of storage on my computer.
But the hoarding that touches my heart is when I am glad I just didn't throw that away.
June 14, 2013 my hubby and I celebrated our 33rd Wedding Anniversary. Now I must say, this day wasn't wrapped in excitement but frustration. I really just wanted to over look it and go forward. The stress of unemployment and lack of any financial security can make us both look at each other as if we are growing horns...demon horns.
My wedding dress. The picture I had torn from the magazine in 1979. Behind the picture are the sheets of music for the song my husband wrote for our wedding.
Yet, through all of it God will gentle reach down and give me hope. So it was as I went through a box of hoarding memories looking for my misplaced birth certificate. There they were....memories of the past...memories of dreams that were fulfilled. I sent them by text to my children, whose response was, "Why did you keep that through all the years?"
Our dream house plans we drew out during a church service before we married. In 1982 these plans were very close to what we built. I didn't even remember us drawing these plans. I do have on the back of this church bulletin that we needed to stop or we would get in trouble.
I kept them because God knew that one day I would need encouraged and I would thumb through an old box and smile. Through the little pieces of forgotten paper God would show me that He still knew what was happening. He would remind me of my vows and His place in my marriage.
A copy of our wedding vows provided by the church. I am sure I haven't seen this in over 32 years. Re-reading was a good reminder of the covenant I entered into 33 years ago.
So Debbie...thanks for your post and letting the three fingers point back at me. Isn't it amazing what God can use in our lives when we allow Him?