I have been accused of giving too many details and making my stories too long, so I will spare you many of the details and try to make this story short. Nevertheless, just remember, leave out just one little detail, and instead of a cake, you get a brick.
It all started a couple of weeks ago when my wife woke me up with a smile and said, “Let’s go get breakfast!” It sounded like a good idea, as many good ideas do, but it was a Saturday morning, and there was little on our schedule (for a change), so I should’ve known something was about to go wrong.
The only thing we needed to do before heading out to a place that sold pancakes was to go into a room in the basement of our church building – to a small room where we were storing some boxes of personal items during our move to the parsonage – and retrieve one small file for my daughter. When we saw that the file was wet, we knew something was terribly wrong.
Just as soon as we started moving a few boxes around, we found out that the whole floor was soaking wet, and every box that was anywhere close to the floor was wet, too. And not only was everything wet, but there was mold all over the boxes. Why did my wife get my hopes up? I was really looking forward to those pancakes.
Needless to say, the rest of that Saturday morning consisted of unpacking a room full of boxes, including separating all the items, and making sure nothing was ruined. Unfortunately and tragically, there were some casualties. Pictures.
How it was that boxes full of of priceless and irreplaceable photographs ended up in the boxes closest to the wet floor, I will never know. What I do know is that that afternoon we were forced to take a melancholy trip down memory lane.
At one point my wife wept like someone had died. One of the photographs that was nearly completely ruined was a one-of-a-kind of her mother and father. It was impossible for me to reassure her that everything would be OK, because I couldn’t; that was the only photograph of its kind.
They were also other items that were either ruined or nearly destroyed. Some of those were keepsakes that were created by our children when they were very young, and one item was a construction-paper-version of Noah’s Ark that our nephew made. But even though there were some tragic losses, most of the photographs were only wet and a little moldy around the edges. So, what we had to do at that point was rescue what we could before they dried and stuck together.
My wife and daughters and I began taking photographs out, one by one, laying them out to dry. The only place we had to do that was in another Sunday school room across the hallway. What started out as a family outing in search of breakfast, ended up being a family project: create the largest display of damp photographs in our family’s history.
Now, on a sidenote, I took some photos of all the photos, just like my daughter Katie did. But, as always, Katie cannot just take a picture, she has to create photographic art.
So, again, what started out as a quest for breakfast ended up being something else: a time to make memories out of memories.
If I wanted to take more time, I could list several lessons that could be learned from what happened that Saturday morning when breakfast was skipped and photos were saved. But there’s one lesson that should be pretty obvious from what happened that day, and the truth of it can be found in Proverbs 27, verse one:
“Boast not thyself of tomorrow, for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.”
Sometimes breakfast will have to wait.
7 responses to “It All Started With, “Let’s Go Get Breakfast!””
uggh. so sorry you had to deal with this but you have set a great example for making something good out of something frustrating
Yeah, and I’m going to write at least another post addressing other lessons/thoughts. At least we spent “quality time” together, right?
“a time to make memories out of memories saved” – unexpected blessings – your willingness to focus on the blessings is testament to our Lord’s provision during trials – and to the faithful hearts of you and your family. Thank you, Anthony!
Well…hate to hear this. So sad.
Eternity will be worth the trials down here 🙂
Brother, I think about that a lot lately.