It is really astounding the things that trigger memories, especially memories of loved ones now gone.
This morning the garbage truck arrived. I live in a condo complex so the garbage container is large and a truck comes ones a week, hoists it over the top, empties it and places it gently back inside its fenced area.
When Harry was here, he loved to watch it do exactly that. Sometimes he would get up early in the morning and run out to watch it from our front window. I would just shake my head and go back to sleep.
Some of our courting took place at the railway crossing in our small town when would wait for the train to come through. He seemed to know exactly when it was due. He loved trains, planes and automobiles.
Our new condo sits on the flight path and when he felt well enough he would go out on the back deck, head bent back, radiating happiness as he watched it fly overhead.
There was something child-like in his love of all sorts of motorized vehicles and it was rather endearing.
This morning I watched the garbage being emptied. It gets rather smelly at times. When you peek inside…(I’m short and can barely see over the edge),it is filled with bags and boxes and stuff I don’t want to discuss. But it reminds me of my own garbage bin…the one in my heart, that is filled with stuff I don’t want to discuss either.
I’m glad that I have a Father that comes into my heart regularly, empties it of sin, sets me back on the right track and gives me a 2nd chance. Yes, I keep messing up …filling my life with garbage, but He forgives and allows me the opportunity of starting a new day without the garbage of yesterday.
