Fill the Holes

Walking through the house this morning, it had a different feel and smell. We purchased a Christmas tree last night, and it was standing in the corner filling the room with its presence. It’s not decorated yet, but it’s hard not to notice it. God’s presence is the same as that tree.

It’s amazing how much my life has changed in one year. The most obvious is living in a different house than before, but change is not always obvious. For me change is a lot of small decisions followed by some type of action. It’s like doing the ‘next right thing’ continuously.

When I left my 25 year marriage, a lot of stuff stayed behind. My ex is moving and had everything he didn’t want to take piled up inside the garage. He told me I could go through and take what I wanted. I stood there and looked at all that stuff we collected over the years and smiled.

It was interesting to see what he found worthy of the new house and what he left behind. He will store most of it because of their worth, but I thought I had to have my red clock. It resembles a giant pocket watch hanging from a chain attached to a wrought iron arm.

Spent most of my morning trying to find a good spot to hang this clock from my past. What was I thinking?

I tried two locations, and neither of them worked.

The first place I tried revealed rather quickly that it wouldn’t take the weight of it, so I stopped before messing up the wall too badly. The second try produced a forced hanging of stabilizing the hole with an anchor before inserting the screw. I was determined to hang this clock! It hung, and I didn’t like it.

Walking around looking at it from different angles, and trying to make it fit in my life.

I took it down. Now there are two large holes in the wall. They can be filled and touched up with paint. I’d rather have two holes than something hanging around that doesn’t fit or bring me joy. I will find someone to give it to this season.

When there is change, sometimes it can leave what feels like holes inside us. God can and will fill the holes.

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