Tuesday, December 6, 2011

thus ends an era

Last week I combined pulling out our Christmas decorations with purging unnecessaries from our basement. Among the cast offs - the car seat which cradled each of our children in the car for the first year of their life.

As Ben is 2 1/2 and the car seat almost 9 years old, you would be right in thinking I might have pitched this item long ago. But it was so. hard. to. do. Despite common sense glaring me in the face, in the back of my mind played the tape, "maybe it will come in useful someday." Wistful thinking.

Finally, I faced up to reality and decided to let it go. Into the discard pile it went at the bottom of the basement steps awaiting its date with the garbage truck.

As it waited, Ben wandered in and joyfully set about playing in it. It was a good way to keep him amused and out of my crazy sorting piles and Reese and I enjoyed telling him it was his seat when he was a baby.

Fast forward to yesterday - garbage day for us.

Ben in his seat circa 2009
The car seat was on the tree lawn and Ben was at the window watching the garbage truck activity on our street. I stood with him for a few moments then returned to the kitchen to finish the breakfast chores.

Minutes later, he entered the kitchen, crying and uttering something undecipherable. I could make out a few of the words - seat, huh-dah (his word for truck) - but could make no sense of what he was trying to tell me. It wasn't until I left the kitchen and saw the car seat gone from the lawn that I finally understood.

I stooped down, looked in his eyes and asked him, "Did the garbage truck take your car seat away?"

"Yeeeeaaaah," he wailed, starting a fresh wave in tears.

I chuckled and hugged him and we repeated the tragedy of seeing the garbage truck taking away his seat several times over in his language.

And God spoke to my heart about this episode...

In Ben, I see myself. I see myself at a window watching God cart away something I no longer need, but something I enjoyed. It could be something He gave me for a time to delight in. It could be something I never needed in the first place. It could be an object, a season of life, a sin. At first, I may be upset with Him for taking it away because leaving can hurt. But as He stoops to look in my eyes and kiss away my tears, He reassures me of His purpose in removing it. He may not tell me why but He asks me to trust that His purposes are always good, always right, always exactly what I need.

Do you find this too? Has there been something you've watched God take away, something you weren't ready to part with?

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Bobbi said...

The last whole paragraph just made me bawl...but "He may not tell me why but He asks me to trust that His purposes are always good, always right, always exactly what I need." Especially spoke to my heart today. Thanks so much!

Loraine said...

wow... great post! I can't think of a specific time where this has happened, but it is so true. Thanks for sharing!

Alene said...

Crying along with Bobbi! The not knowing why He removes things leaves me with so many questions. I try not to question, but I do. Yet God's words to you that you write here comfort me -- I don't need to know, I just need to trust. Beautiful! Joining in a Tuesdays Unwrapped.

MLH said...

Goodness. Hard choices. But so much truth in knowing that God takes away for our good, even if this side of heaven we never get our Why? answered.

Nice to find you in the link up from Chatting at the Sky.

Jen said...

I watched Him take away my unrealistic expectations of motherhood, which was really hard.

In the end, though, I know there are more things that He has taken away, but it just goes to show that since I can't remember many of them, I didn't really need it in the first place!