Red Paper Box

So we have finally arrived and are dealing with all the stuff of moving.  And I mean STUFF!  Too much.  The process of going through everything and deciding what to keep and what to give away or throw away is always cathartic for me.  And yet, as I grow older, it is also sad.  I find myself having a hard time especially with the sentimental stuff.  

Awhile ago I read one of Zora Neale Hurston's stories--cant' remember now even which one--in which she talked about the stuff we keep that makes no sense to anyone but us.  She wrote of a pair of old shoes she had that left “dust tracks on a road.”  Her thought eventually made it into a song I titled Red Paper Box.  

As I wrote I thought of how life sometimes seems like a follow the dots picture, which doesn't usually make sense until you draw that last pencil line to the last dot.  And it made me think of the truth that for those in Christ, we won't see the plan here on earth. Surely we will know more when we reach heaven!   As Paul writes in 1 Corinthians 13:12,

For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

Oh what a blessing to know Christ!  To know that he lived, died for my sins and rose again!  To know that I will someday be home forever with Him.

And for now, I can be excited about this new place and embarking on another adventure with Jack.   

May you be blessed as you listen to this month's song,  A Red Paper Box.

xo

Charlotte

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