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Trusted Treasures...

Have you ever held a piece of fine crystal?  Or a dandelion puff, or baby bird? Or something so delicate and fragile that is can only be held with purposed hands, cupped gently, held loosely, openly, open lest any pressure of control cause it to be lost.
This is the same with some moments of our lives when we are trusted with treasures.  Sometimes our own, but if we are willing, the most precious are others.  Those once-in-a-lifetime moments.  The ones with no do-overs.  The ones that catch us off guard and we must fight the internal battle to keep hands open as we receive the sacred, often broken, and with every fiber of our being resist the gripping desire to fix.  Somethings can’t be fixed; somethings shouldn’t be fixed.  We must, in those moments, be what is needed – strong, courageous, utterly selfless.

These most priceless, trusted treasures most often bring heartache and to be trusted with them means your heart will be battered.  It also means that you will have a front row seat to the awesomeness of God.  Those who dare to trust us with their treasure are brave.  Brave beyond all knowing!  Willing to release the most intimate of themselves into the hands of another, oh, even the thought takes my breath.  We who receive must reverence the moment, honor the request.  Bear the weight with all the dignity it deserves.  In that moment, with open hands, we must let go.  Let go of our wants, our desires, our hopes, even our own pain and hold ever loosely that which we have been entrusted, for the day will come when all that will remain is the memory.  And we, we must not have left our mark, but rather, helped them leave theirs…

There is a time to weep, and a time to laugh
There is a time to mourn, a time to dance

There is a time to be born, and a time to die

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