Hey Sweet Dirt Roaders! I have been a tad out of pocket. I didn’t forget you though…I’ve just been busy. As promised…I did take a little time out for junkin’. Yeah…I know…it’s a heavy cross to bear, but someone has to do it. (winky-winky)
So…today was kind of a date day for the Mr. and I. He had an appointment in a little neighboring town and much to my delight, there is a wonderful store there. A honey-hole of sorts. It makes a trip to the “back cracker” feel like a holiday.
The little store that we visited is a junker’s paradise. There is stuff everywhere. It’s the little store that I have told you about before that used to be a hotel in the 1800’s. It’s so old that the floors are crooked. I love it. They even have stuff stacked in a tiny kitchen. That is where I found the canisters. They have been well loved and there are only two…and one is missing the lid but they whispered to me. ” Fraulein…fraulein….please take us home with you.” (They were made in Germany.)
I can imagine these canisters in a sweet farmhouse kitchen. Can’t you just see a little woman making soup and needing a scoop of barley? I wonder what happened when she broke the lid? Maybe she cried. Maybe she was kind of like me and realized that stuff is not as important as the feelings of the people that break things.
When I first spotted the canisters and their adorable little feet…(so adorable)…my husband pointed out that the one remaining lid was cracked. I didn’t care. I knew that they were perfect for me and I…for them. I told my husband, in the little kitchen…in that ancient hotel…that I am all about grace. Things that have been broken…can still be useful. I love that. I have been broken…and Someone still sees value in me. I am amazed…by His grace.
Have a great weekend! I’m gonna decide what goes out…because I brought something “new” in. Clutter and I don’t jive. It overwhelms me. I have to have a balance or I start threatening to throw stuff out in the yard. I know…I know…therapy would be useful. Party on…Dirt Roaders!