Family members are an odd assortment aren’t they? I sometimes think family are like an old crayon box; you get a variety of colorful characters. Some are solid, some are broken, some are mere stumps of what they used to be and others are still pristine. No matter their condition you still hang onto them for the mere possibility of needing that color in the future.
Just for giggles I googled sites that found ways to reuse these old crayons. I was humored by the many sites dedicated to this endeavor. Most of them were adamant not to throw away the “old crayon” because it could be melted down and made into something new.
Now if that isn’t a statement for our lives then I don’t know what is. My own family is certainly unique and as I write this morning I can’t help but feel wonder at how my box of “crayons” is changing. Just like a crayon can be melted down and reformed I am seeing new lives being made from the old ones.
I am glad I held onto my “crayons”.