....in a flea market.
No, really. Maybe because I can find something in each booth that actually could have been found in my childhood home. The golden Pyrex with the floral print, Tupperware, ATARI, tin tv trays folded up-with each peek, hoping to reveal the "Dukes of Hazzard" one that I regret exchanging for "My Little Pony", record albums that could have been played on our turntable system/buffet during the holidays, cement mixing bowls, mushrooms & roosters....
I feel comfort among these things. Things that belonged to people. Things people took care of. Things people forgot about. Things that remind me of things i have forgotten, taken care of and once owned myself.
Funny because I spent a lot of time, effort and a few bucks trying to make my way towards a new life, full of new things with new people. How those old things reminded me that life had so much more to offer. I did not need to take any of it with me. It wouldn't be missed.
But if we do not carry forward these things from our past, faithfully, If only in memory, we will be the ones overlooked, forgotten & mistreated. We will leave no trace of who we are and who we have been. Although, the past has put a mark on us, begun to rust us from the outside in & from the inside out, we've become nearly irrecognizable...torn, damaged far from mint condition.
There is hope, hope that we can be rediscovered, created into a new thing. Now apart of a something uniquely created to be treasured and shared in as many ways as we could imagine possible. To be formed by the One who cares deeply, and loves unconditionally. He saw us then, He loved us there, He sees us now & He loves us so much. So much, He not only asks us, but entrusts us to help carry that Love to others, but first He asks us to help Him in seeing them and taking notice of ourselves, too.
God invites us to be apart of restoration through His love...The earth that He created and is still being re-created is a flea market, His people have been broken, discarded, used and forgotten...look around and see how much And who is there to love
