Our jungle gym has a new home! It is set up in a sweet young family’s yard. And so, yesterday a crew came to deconstruct it and take it to be loved by new babies. A good power washing will make it look as good as new, but this day, it did not look so good. I was mesmerized as I watched the monument of my kid’s childhood walk out of my yard. There were no sentimental visions of my kids playing as the jungle gym exited from view, but the fact was that it looked tired, had become stained, and was in need of serious TLC. Its odd that I did not need to tell myself to move on and let it go through tears and sadness. Instead, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it until the truck was out of sight. Why is it that until the “jungle gyms” in my life actually walk out, I hold onto them for dear life? A close friend of mine lost everything in her home due to a terrible disaster. I spoke to her shortly after and I asked her if she was able to save anything. She told me that although it would have been nice to have the photos and the trophies from her kids’ childhood, it was far better to have them all alive and well, AND – the memories will be even sweeter now without the photos.A new chapter is on the horizon and the countdown has begun.
Don’t hoard treasure down here where it gets eaten by moths and corroded by rust or—worse!—stolen by burglars. Stockpile treasure in heaven, where it’s safe from moth and rust and burglars. It’s obvious, isn’t it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be.