It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, reheating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful.
Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there’d always be more.
But then my best friend died, and on that clear summer’s night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t any more.
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away…never to return.
So. while we have it, it’s best we love it…and care for it …and fix it when it’s broken…and heal it when it’s sick.
This is true…for marriage…and old cars…and children with bad report cards…and dogs with bad hips…and ageing parents…and grandparents.
We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.
Some things we keep. Like a friend that moved away — or — a classmate we grew up with.
There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special…and so we keep them close!
Be a Keeper!