It is amazing, in a large family, how we learn to defer or intimidate one another. When we are cleaning up, what we discard and what we carry to its rightful posessor(if not owner). Nothing is owned, but everybody has something that is special to them. I found a coloring book under the oven, while cleaning. Yuck! I was about to toss it, it wasn't too skuzzy. It wasn't greasy or anything. Ezra yanked that book from me and held it close, figuring what pages were still left to complete. "One man's junk...", I said to myself. I never would have thought that the book would mean so much to him. But, glasses, when they are lost are valuable to the posessor and to the family. Our season of entering into one person's loss and joy, is the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love. Halleluia for glasses found and for the ability to go to church with one praise report, for our whole family. The glasses were found and Ethan can see again. whew!
