I am sentimental. Earthly treasures can acquire excessive value in my mind depending on the person or circumstance the object reminds me of. What this translate to is this: I overreact when people break things.To put it bluntly, I sin.
I know the things themselves are the sort of objects Christ told us not to store up. They can get stolen, eaten by bugs or rust. I know people are more important. Still, I attach memories to objects and when someone breaks something, my reminder of that memory is gone.
My Bug, she likes shiny things. As a toddler she gravitated to shiny things, especially once- a -year shiny things hanging on the Christmas tree. My dad used to travel regularly to Europe for business when I was a kid. He would bring me home small crystal animals for the tree. Bug, one year, despite repeated warnings and punishments, she broke every one of those ornaments.
Carelessly tossing words, I continued to punish my Bug for years for the broken ornaments by teasing her about how she breaks things. This year, confident she was more cautious, she asked to put one of the glass angels on the tree. The fragile winged being had none of the strength of Bible angels and shattered when Bug dropped her. That ornament had no meaning to me. I did not mind. But Bug, she sobbed about how she was a failure, how she couldn’t do anything right, how I wouldn’t love her now.
God in his gracious way reminded me of the crystal ornaments, of my burdening words and overemphasized sentimentality. I assured my girl of my unending love.
How about you? Do you ever struggle to keep a light touch on the things of this world?
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