Letting Go… And Growing On…

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We lived in a small two-bedroom apartment.  And life was good.  Sometimes we didn’t know it, but it was really, really good.  Two baby girls, and each other.  A little home filled with things mostly handed down to us.

A little home filled with warmth.

I happened upon a table one day.  Scratch -‘n-dent on the Walmart sidewalk.  The little walnut-stained table and four matching chairs was so much nicer than what we’d had since our first year of marriage.  So I bought it on a whim and asked them to put a SOLD sign on it until I could come back with a truck.

It was so nice for our little family to sit around our ‘real’ table.

And the years passed.

Four years, maybe five.

Our family of 8 now squeezed around it, clear it was time to expand our arrangement.

So the husband began a building project.  And suddenly one night, without any ceremony, it was carried out.  Given to another cause.

And as I wiped it down and tucked in the chairs one last time… as I watched it being carried through the front door, my heart tightened.  And my vision turned to watery.

All those years.  So many memories.

The faithful, solid little thing earned more scars.  More scratches and dents.

From the cutting of Christmas cookies…

… to holding lego creations…

 

So many birthdays were celebrated here…

 

And moments like this…

 

And this…

Family and friends have gathered around this table too many times to count…

And as we get ready for another season…

I have to let go of what I can’t hold onto.

But sometimes you have to let go of something good and trust God for what’s around the corner.

 

One thought on “Letting Go… And Growing On…

  1. Hollie

    Your posts always make me tear up. I just told Hugh the other day that I want to keep our kitchen table forever. When I was wiping it down, I saw Laney’s name engraved into the wood, kindergarten-style, where she had pressed down too hard when writing on a piew of paper. I know your heart hurts, but think of how MANY more projects, love and memories will be shared around this table and this is one you’ll probably keep forever. One day you’ll probably say…..”Your Grandfather made this table when your Mommy was six years old….”

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