Sometimes life feels ideal, like when you’re driving on a Friday with morning light cascading through the forest. Summer’s breath lifts madrone leaves in a shimmy, and the Yard Sale sign tacked to the grafted base of a pine is stirring your spirit to adventure.
You remember waking early those weekends as a child, piling in grandma’s little hatchback for her favorite pastime—hitting yard sales with the rising sun. You moaned, and half the time, stayed in the car while she and mom searched for treasures—treasures you saw as “old” and “junk.”
With time you’ve changed, and now, three kids of your own are strapped in seat belts, along for the ride, and all you want is to veer off course for adventure… in search of treasure. “Old” is what you value.
But you choose to stay the course, and you pass the house with the tables and the boxes and the couches and the books, and you hold it with your eyes, hoping to spot a gem through the driver’s side window.
But just like that, it’s gone.
You grieve a little.
Peering back at the road, the light captures your eyes.
The golden grasses shine and leaves flitter.
You feel thankful–because life feels ideal.
The old is good and the new is better, while a rich God “rejoices over you with singing” (Zephaniah 3:17).
It has been SO long since I’ve participated in a Five Minute Friday! I’m not even sure if I’ve linked up since it’s been at Kate Motaung’s. Anyway, I’m happy to be back today and encourage you to check out her blog and the other FMF’s. :)