It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.
All that re-fixing, reheating, renewing, I wanted
just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence.
Throwing things away meant you knew
there'd always be more.

But then my Father died, and on that clear
summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room,
I was struck with the pain of learning that
sometimes there isn't any 'more.'

Sometimes, what we care about most gets
all used up and goes away never to return.
So while we have it
it's best we love it
 and care for it
and fix it when it's broken
and heal it when it's sick.

This is true
for marriage
and old cars
And children with bad report cards
and dogs with bad hips
and aging parents
and grandparents.

We keep them because they are worth it,
 because we are worth it. 

 Some things we keep.
Like a best friend that moved away
or a classmate we grew up with.

There are just some things that make life important,
like people we know who are special
and so, we keep them close!

I received this from someone who thought
I was a 'keeper' then I sent it to you because I think
You're a Keeper!
Feel free to share this with the KEEPERS in your life!

~~~ Author Unknown ~~~

 
Luke 2:19 But Mary kept all these things,
and pondered them in her heart.
Luke 11:28 But he said, Yea rather, blessed are
they that hear the word of God, and keep it.
John 15:10 If ye keep my commandments,
ye shall abide in my love; even as I
have kept my Father's commandments,
 and abide in his love.

 
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