time for every activity

 

Ecclesiastes 3:1 -There is an occasion for everything, and a time for every activity under heaven

Here we are, another post straight from the brain and to the fingers. It is probably best to do this one, this way. My brain and heart are emotional. I want to capture the emotions. 

For MONTHS, my husband has been asking me if I am going to post the kids' playhouse to get rid of it. For MONTHS, I have been telling him that "yes, I should."

Truth is though, I couldn't do it. My heart just wouldn't let me. I actually didn't even realize until today that my heart wouldn't let me. This week  is when I finally took a picture of the house and posted it. 

And after I did...I realized how sad it made me. Like, I had to hold back tears sad, not just "sad, sad".  Another "activity" is ending for our house. If you see the weeds growing out of the door, you'll probably guess that this activity has "ended" a long time ago at our house. You'd be guessing right. 

This pink roofed "Barbie" house has been in our yard for-basically-ever. Before we had our big white van for people to look for in our driveway, I'd tell them to look for the pink play house in our yard. I have eaten plenty of pretend meals out of the kitchen of this house. One meal more delicious than the next. I have taken phone calls on the phone for people, that is...until the phone was ran over with the lawn mower and needed to be thrown away. 

There is a little dent on the top of the roof. The roof that I repeatedly told kids to get off of...until I decided it really wasn't that big of a deal and just let happen. And, when I say kids, I mean the boys. ;) They were just trying to get a better view to watch the semis and choppers in the fields. 

Dandelions and flowers picked from the yard would often fill the little "planters" on either side of the front door. My big ole adult sized behind did its best to sit on the little purple chairs that swing out from the table. 

I posted the two pictures of the house on my Facebook page and let everyone know the house was in foreclosure because of lack of play. I wanted to pass this sweet memory creating house onto someone else. Onto another family that can love it and create more memories with it. 

This house wasn't new when we got it. Another family had to pass it on because their time was over with it. It's a great thing that there is not glass on the window...I think they do it that way so the windows don't burst from all the memories they're trying to enclose. 

The memories need room to escape so they can fill your heart and mind with beautiful things. The memories need room to escape to bring laughter to your heart and mind. The memories need room to escape because they're meant to. They're not meant to be kept inside of the house...they're meant to create moments in your life. 

I think the word moments can be used for time....Moments for every activity under heaven. There are occasions for everything. Moments for every activity under heaven. 

The thing about occasions and activities...they're not meant to last forever. They're blips on our radars of life. Some blips last longer than others...but they don't last forever. 

This pink roofed house's blip of time is coming to an end at our house, and being passed onto another family to create a blip of time at their house.

Blips of occasions that are just blips of time for every activity. Each activity has an "end". 

Each activity, though, creates memories. Some not so awesome (because life has its downs, too) Some pretty darn awesome. (because life has a lot of ups)

This pink roofed house has been pretty darn awesome.

And I am one billion percent confident it's going to be pretty darn awesome for the next family, too.

♡ap