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The other day I got struck by the decorating bug. I have several rooms in my home that still lack…anything actually.
Since We downsized several years ago from a three bedroom home to a one bedroom apartment and because we needed to be mobile, a lot of things were let go. So needless to say, if you want to spend the night at my house the best I can offer right now is an air mattress on loan from Daughter #1.
When the bug hit I began looking for ways to at least enhance some rooms that don’t require furniture; closets, bathrooms, utility room. You know, all the exciting rooms! I also had some boxes left in the garage that could be put away inside the house.
With nothing but time in front of me I got started.
In no time I had all the boxes unloaded and stored away into an upstairs closet that is going to become the craft room and was very pleased with my progress. I decided I would head to a room that would prove to satisfy the bug in a more eye pleasing way and picked a bathroom to get started on.
The juices were now in full flow and the ideas had begun pouring out. As I formulated a plan and knew exactly what I wanted to use. I began gathering my supplies and THAT is where I hit my brick wall.
Everything I was looking for was nowhere to be found. I knew they had been moved with us when we left the apartment so I was perplexed at what had happened. I then began retracing our steps for the last few months trying to find their hiding place.
Light bulb moment here…
The storage room! We had intentionally left some boxes and odds-n-ends to come back too because the mover’s truck was filling up. I hadn’t thought about them because of…well…no excuses. Out of sight, out of mind.
Once I got to the storage room and opened the big garage door, Christmas hit me in the face. It was a room full of un-opened, forgotten about treasure. There were things in there that had slipped through my memory because I had purchased them at estate and garage sales right before the big move. Ashamedly – even furniture!
As Mr. Wonderful I laughed about my memory loss and how surprised I was at my finds it reminded me that my Heavenly Father has a store house for me too.
I have forgotten gifts and talents stored that have slipped my mind for lack of use and there are also things He has stored for me that I don’t even know about. Things He is anxiously awaiting to bless me with if I’ll only open the door.
If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! (Matthew 7:11)
for God’s gifts and his call are irrevocable. (Romans 11:29)
There are diamonds waiting to be gathered!