Have you ever lost something that was precious to you? A journal or photo album, a cross-stitch from a friend, a wedding ring or anniversary gift, a note from a loved one, or a family heirloom?
Last year, a dear friend gave me a bracelet to say thank you. I loved the bracelet, in part, because it was beautiful, but mostly because it was from my friend, and I wore it every day.
I didn’t realize that the bracelet had a faulty clasp and one day, I looked down at my wrist and the bracelet was not there. I was completely devastated. I tore everything apart looking for that bracelet and even enlisted others to help me search. I e-mailed or called everyone I had seen since the last time I knew the bracelet was there. I would have paid a large price to have it returned.
Thankfully, my brother found it at his house the next day and I had it back on my wrist the day after that. I was so happy to have it returned.
I have lost many other things through the years – some I did not value as much as that bracelet, other “things” have left a hole that cannot be filled.
Wouldn’t it be great if all that we love and then lose could be restored as easily as my beautiful little bracelet? Or even better: never go missing in the first place?
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I love this post because things that are value to me like old journals & pictures would devaste me to loose. I have a sweatshirt that the Sonntags gave when I was a junior in high school & I am so protective of it. I don't know how those in natural disasters deal with the emotional loss of those things.
I wonder if sometimes it is needful to lose something? I have found that when I have something that is very dear to me, I tend to close myself off to something new, better, or needful. One of my dearest friends gave me a watch for my birthday. It was really nice and I loved wearing it. I wore it for 6 or 7 years. Eventually the metal began to chip and it would scratch my wrist to the point of bleeding. It would even rip the cuffs of my long-sleeve shirts. I tried all sorts of things to fix it, but it always ended up scratching me. Well the band broke one day and I lost some of the decorations that made the watch nice. But I still wore it. And then it stopped working. I went several months without a watch with the hope that I could fix it. My mother and sister, knowing how crazy it made me to not have a watch, bought me a new one. It means just as much as my friends, it works, looks nice, and the best part it doesn't scratch/hurt me. I would never go back to the old watch. And when I need a new watch, I will get a new one. Just a thought. Sorry it's so long. I didn't realize how much I was writing.
Becky, my daughter Stephanie told me about your blog. How cool to read about your wonderful life. I am anxious to ask some questions. Please shoot your email address to rockwoodfamily@gmail.com. Thanks! Tom
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