It's 1/1/11, and I've already had one dream come true. I think it's a sign of things to come.
I spotted this vintage table and four matching chairs on the side of the road this morning while I was out for a drive. It might not look like much to you, but some of you might remember how I said that I wanted a table like this a while back. I was really excited to find this and get it for a sweet price. It is unique, and I think that it has a lot of character. It was passed down within the family that owned it previously, and originally belonged to the owner's Grandmother.
Sadly, this sweet dinette comes to me from a broken home. As we negotiated the price, the owner, with heavy heart, relayed the details of how his marriage of 21 years recently fell apart, and that he had to sell the table, because he was moving out of his home. I felt my heart sink deeper within my chest with each detail that he shared.
I thought back to last January and the 30 days that we spent with our children teaching them the eternal truths found in The Family: A Proclamation to the World. I thought about how blessed we have been as a family in the last year as we have studied the beautiful truths of the gospel together, memorized this document, and laid it as the foundation for our family while our children are young.
I'm not going to lie. I was on a drive this morning, because I was irritated with my husband, and needed to take a little breather. My husband and I pretty much never fight...ever. I'd categorize this more as having a miscommunication over "artistic differences". But in every marriage some contention has the potential to rear its ugly head on occasion. That is, unless you are my mom and dad. (We know, you guys never argue!)
But for everyone else: Look at that table. Is it not beautiful? Did it not play host to countless family dinners, card games, and memorable discussions between parents and children? And yet here it sits....on the curb...a wonderful piece with priceless sentimental value going for a liquidation price.
Now please take a moment to consider your own family...as I am now thinking about mine. Are they not beautiful, unique, full of character, and even more valuable...even more priceless than this collection of metal and vinyl?
In 2011, I hope that each of us will take every precaution to strengthen and care for our family relationships, so that, like this table, we do not find ourselves out in the cold on the side of the road some day being sold for pennies, when instead our families might have been our greatest treasure in this life and the next.
This is and probably always will be where I will put my primary efforts in the New Year.
(That...and getting more sleep.)