Thursday, June 9, 2011

Time Marches Forward. . .Letting Go

I recently had to purchase a new refrigerator.  WHOA wonderful great!!! Well, its funny how we associate things with our past and letting go. 

This 'old refrigerator' had been installed from the inception of the home I presently live in.  I remember how I prayed that GOD would supply a home that was 'clean', we wanted to be the first people to live in that brand new freshly painted home.  GOD honored that and he blessed us with our home.  That was 20 years ago.

Well getting back to the refrigerator.  The old refrigerator now had to go.  I did my research and found the one I wanted.  The new refrigerator came and the old one was taken out.  That felt very strange.  That 'old' refrigerator was there for all the big and small events.  Birthdays, more birthdays, Thanksgivings, Christmases, Easters, Mothers' and Fathers' Day(s), etc. and it was the refrigerator where Gee got his last ice and drink from.  Boy did he love ice in his drinks! 

GOD's word says that HE would never leave us nor forsake us.  Eventually all stops working, but GOD does neither sleep nor slumber.  HE never stops working.   GOD never has a "time out" time. . . HE is ever so present.

Now it is time to hook up the new refrigerator to the water supply line.  I have been blessed to have two family members who specialize in 'plumbing'.  They are willing to do the work for me.  So the other night my daughter's father-in-law came to inspect the hook ups and see what would be needed to do the job.  He came, he looked, he assessed the work and out the door he went.  What a strange feeling that was afterward.  To realize my home did not have a "man" in it; no head of household.  I had become a single person and the head of the household.  How strange and still my home suddenly felt.

Each night reminds me of how I am a single woman once again.  I am the HEAD of my household but yet I am not alone. . .GOD provides sleep to help me through the next day and experiences I need to grow in this life.  My journey is not over. . .