My hearts crashed to the floor and were broken into pieces. Well I'm sure we all have had that happen to us some time in our lives. Probably a few times. Something we like in our home gets broken by a family member. My dear hubby knocked over a bowl on my dresser filled with puffed hearts made out of seashells. It took me several months to find a dish I liked to hold those hearts. The bowl got chipped and well...the hearts got broken. I can't replace it. The store where I purchased the hearts is no longer in business. Even if they were still there, they would not have the hearts there anymore.
I know it was an accident and he apologized for it but my hearts are broken. I had to through it away.
It's so weird because when something gets damaged in my house it seems like it's always something new we just purchased. Or something I just love. Then I get angry and say this is why I'm not going to buy anything for the house anymore. Or I'll tell myself that this is why I'm not going to get to fussy about my house anymore because everything just gets damaged anyway. It's so disheartening sometimes because a housewife tries so hard to make her house nice. Plus I don't always have the money at the time to replace it or you just won't be able to find it again in the stores.
Well this is what comes to mind when something around the house gets broken. I feel that God is trying to send me a little message that I need not get to be to materialistic. Which will keep me humble and to stay more focused on what's really important in life.
I hope everyone is having a nice weekend.