It’s flash-mob Friday! Join me over at Kate’s place for a little Five Minute Friday love.
I have this little metal box. It’s kind of a gaudy
looking thing-all gold and red and some royal looking designs around the edges. My grandmother had given it to me in middle school and I stored it away up on a shelf next to a stash of salt shakers that I had collected from various restaurants across the state (but that’s a different story, and no I’m not a thief).
Inside the box were little mementos. A ticket stub. A friendship bracelet. A memento from the wishing well at Finagen’s restaurant. All treasures of some time and place in my life that I didn’t want to forget. Looking in the box now, I don’t remember all the little meanings behind all the objects, but I do know that they were something I wanted to keep. Wanted to hold on to. Wanted to take with me as a time capsule of sorts-my history overflowing from the dinged up metal holder of lost memories.
My hubby calls me a pack rat. I think I’m a keeper. There’s a difference. Things take on a sentimental value to me and I have a hard time letting go. Those shoes I’m wearing in my senior pictures? Still have them. The key chain my sister gave me on my 16th birthday when I got my driver’s license? It now holds the keys to my office. The cradle my dad made me for Christmas when I was just a little girl? Sitting in my basement as I type this-full of toys of from my own children.
I’m a keeper. But my hold goes beyond just the sentimental or the tangible. I’m a keeper of other things too. Things I need to let go of. Worry? Yep I keep that on a tight hold in my heart. Fear of failure? Mmm hm. I have a stack of unfinished blog posts and manuscripts to back that one up. Grief? No matter how much I try to let this one go, it has a way of finding me again. And the list goes on.
I remember when I was younger and we sang a song at Sunday school about casting our burdens on to Jesus, for he cares for us. Remember that one? It gets stuck in my head and I don’t believe in coincidences. Once when I was going through a hard time in college I drew an old burlap bag full of rocks-my burdens-and stuck it in my bible as a reminder. Because the beautiful thing is that I don’t have to be a keeper of all that other stuff. The fond memories? Yes. The goofy moments of my childhood and my adult life? Definitely. But the other things-the ones that drag me down? Nope. Don’t need to. I don’t have to keep it all.
I know it seems simple, but often the things we keep closest to us are the things we most need to let go of. And sometimes we have to let go again and again before we get it right. And that’s okay. Us keepers gotta keep on keepin’ on.
But other things I think I’ll hold on to. Like the little gaudy box that sat next to the salt shakers.
How about you? What are you keeping today?