The grandmother’s family clock became wholly mine when my husband died. None of the distant relatives would treasure it as I do. It’s clanged every half hour of my married life. As I age, I wonder what to do with that antique timepiece. It’s more than a century old and the responsibility of passing it to just the right family boggles my mind.
Some would see it as a liability. It came to me with my marriage, but others would get it with my death. Their memories would not be the ones that grace my heart.
It knows no other home but this one. Selling it means it is no longer in the family. My choices are severely limited.
And yet God says:
So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.(Matthew 6:31-33, NIV)
Will I trust God with these things or continue to cling?