My Mended Shelf

I have this little curio shelf.  It’s beautiful.  It sits in my kitchen right beside my table.  It used to be right beside the table at Grandma and Granddad’s house.

It’s hard to believe that five years have passed since we sat at that table.  The miserably cold January night when we suffered the tragedy of the explosion stays in my mind.  Even though the grand and happy memories in that house far outweigh the story of that night, it is an event I will never erase…

But my story today is of this shelf.  It didn’t survive in one piece.  Most things didn’t.  But I gathered up the broken pieces – while we all worked at gathering up the broken pieces of our treasures and our very hearts and souls – and I brought them home.

I run the tools in our shop a little bit.  Some of them really scare me, and I never touch them.   I don’t like the nail guns, but I sometimes handle them.  I’m not good at being a perfectionist, so I can’t be trusted to line up corners.  My personal joke is that, if left to my own skills in the shop, I couldn’t possibly build a bird house.

But I didn’t ask Gary for help on this project.  I waited until I was alone one day… one day when I was in the right frame of mind to work on it… and I went into the workshop with my broken pieces, and I pulled out the little nail gun and the glue and the sandpaper.  I tried to take care of some of the rough edges.  I tried to put the shattered pieces all back together again.  I did it with tears falling down my face – as they do again while I type.

I just needed to work it out on my own.  I just needed to weep while I did my best to put things back together.

We all need the loving support of family and friends.  We all need time to ourselves.  We all suffer tragedies.  We are all in this together.   When the terrible days come, and we know that they come, don’t we… when they do… I pray we will all find the way to put things back in order.

1 Peter 5:10-11     And the God of all grace, who called you to His eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will Himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.  To Him be the power forever and ever.   Amen.


11 Responses to “My Mended Shelf”

  1. Kim Mann says:

    Lovely thoughts……..

  2. Marcea Clive says:

    Sandy, the Bible verse is such a promise. What would we do without Him?
    Love your little story.

  3. Marcea Clive says:

    Could also be called “My Mended Self”.

  4. Sandy says:

    Thank you, Marcea. Yes… I like that second title very much!

  5. Bette says:

    So thankful that HE has restored us!! Without HIM, I am nothing!

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  7. michelle pond says:

    I also at first read “my mended self.” I once loved a broken man and couldn’t fix him. It’s not hard to love broken things. They say Jesus did.

  8. Kay Jeffries says:

    What a treasurer! So glad that in the rubble you could see the pieces and the possibility of putting it back together, as you said we all have our losses, but each loss is different and each person morns differently. Clytie was a wonderful women. She loved her family and they ALL loved her. Because of Mr and Mrs Calton all of you know the true meaning of family and love. God bless your family on this day.

  9. Sandy says:

    All your comments mean so much to me. Thank you!

  10. Lawanda Calton says:

    Memory has always fascinated me. The ability to recall people, places, sounds, smells. All as vivid as they were when first we experienced them. Your story of the little shelf and it’s treasures and how you worked in tears to put it back together has touched my heart deeply!

  11. Mona Roberts says:

    I understand, and your story is beautiful.

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