In Which I Tell About Two Things

Feeling the need to write. I must begin disciplining myself to write about something everyday, though not necessarily here.

But today - the deacons’ bench and TV cupboard. And yes, here.

We are in the process of dismantling 1942, in the most careful and loving way mind you, but dismantling nonetheless. Somewhat regularly I find myself stepping back, sighing deeply, and oft times allowing my eyes to fill with tears as I work through this process of letting go of the long, precious season lived here in this home.

This is my recent observation and acknowledgement: the deacons’ bench and TV cupboard are gone. As in no longer present here. Somehow these two items, and probably a few more, are proving iconic in their identity.

iconic - representative of a greater concept

The long black bench brings to mind the family gathering for holidays and special events. Pictures routinely taken there would then often appear on Christmas cards or in Easter albums. And before coming to take up permanent residence on the front porch of 1942 this same deacons’ bench had temporarily resided in the front hallway, collecting, unfortunately, miscellaneous items and providing, fortunately, a space for bottoms while putting on boots. It was a treasure lugged home by yours truly from the barns on Route 11, Northern Antiques. It represents group hospitality and family togetherness. I love this bench for the part it played in this home.

Our TV cupboard was very cherished by me as well. Never being a fan of utilizing black plastic technology in my decor, I was over the moon with excitement about getting this piece at a local auction. Rick found a way to open up the shelving to accommodate our large, serviceable, but less than decorative television. There is no way to count the number of times groups have gathered in the family room and swung wide the doors of this commodious cupboard to enjoy a favorite movie by candlelight, a round of video game competition, the Jets on NFL, or a literature class-based documentary followed by, hopefully, lively discussion. And for those who know me best they will attest to another favorite use of this large cupboard. It housed DOZENS of candles routinely. And I seriously mean dozens. What am I now going to do without it?

As favorite items are taken away to be cherished by new owners or moved to storage for my future use in a new place, I am reminded that our lives are brief. Incredibly brief. And the sands in the hour glass continue. Is there any stopping them? There is not.

 
The grass withers, the flowers fade, but His word remains. I will cherish His ways above all, knowing that His home is forever. So very grateful.