I messed up on something. Made some poor choices about something. Won't say what they were here, but suffice to say I was not wise and did not use the best of judgment and I knew I had to be accountable to my hubby, as painful as it could be and time was running out that I say something. I already knew tonight was going to be the night I said something and by the grace of God the right time in the conversation came and I took it, as painful as it was for me, and by the grace of God, hubby, who had every reason to be really upset with me was incredibly gracious and forgiving and we had a good talk and set things up for accountability so things like this would not happen again (hopefully) in the future.
Last night hubby was gone for a band job and I had the remote to myself. I finally saw Its a Wonderful Life with Jimmy Stewart from start to finish. (Am I the last one that I had seen this movie?) I knew the story, saw bits here, bits there of it, but never the whole thing. I resolved this Christmas season I would see it, so imagine my delight when I turned on TV and saw that the movie was about to start. Loved it.
So thinking tonight after I "came clean" and confessed how I had screwed up and asked for forgiveness, I realized I do truly have a wonderful life. I am blessed beyond blessed. I am deeply loved by God and by family and friends. I don't deserve it, but do we ever truly deserve it? I have allowed the last four years to define parts of me I haven't liked and I need to change that going forward. 2015 will certainly hopefully be a different year than 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014 and I have a word of the year for it that I'll share soon. I'm just thankful God never gives up on us and shapes us how he wants us if we will let him do so.
Time is running out here.
The packers are coming (12/29) and the moving van a day later. My van ships out the 29th.
Over these past two Saturdays we had garage sales. Three years ago when I had the last of several garage sales to dispose of hubby's parents' things, I had sworn "never to have another garage sale again" but sometimes a gal can change her mind and she did when she started seeing the stacks of things we were getting rid of and realizing "hey, we can make some money on this."
Garage sales are interesting, at least here. You know you won't get what you think the item is worth, but you just want to get rid of it so you accept that. So you put the stuff out and you advertise on Craigslist and put a sign up (we live off a major street so its easy to advertise that way) and you get people showing up. People like to bargain; I get that. Despite the bargaining, we did pretty well over the 2 weeks, mainly because hubby finally got to sort through his dad's tools and realized there were so many duplicates from what he had and tools seem to go really well, so thankfully we did well. Probably moved about 90% of the stuff we put out, except for the furniture.....
There were no takers AT ALL for hubby's parents' dining table and chairs (with two additional leaves for the table, we are talking one big table), a buffet (which I was calling a small hutch until someone corrected me), and an entertainment center (I thought it looked nice). I started advertising them on Craigslist, absolutely no interest except for the scammers which I caught wind of right away and said no way was I going to accept a check and ship something to Alabama or Oklahoma. I put the stuff out for the garage sale, started at what I thought was good starting price, kept lowering it, couldn't even give away the items for pennies on the dollar. Probably Goodwill will get a call for a pickup for those items because they definitely are not making the move with us.
Hubby's mom had two nice sets of china. Now I don't do china. China is beautiful, but I never got "into it" so to speak. We didn't register for china or glassware, etc., when we got married. So we had two sets of china to try to dispose of because again, they were not going to make the move with us.
China is hard to move. This china was over 30 years old with one set (his mom bought this particular set for our rehearsal dinner she had for us and we have been married for 34 years). The other set hubby's dad had brought back for his mom from Germany when he was in the military and we guestimate if was in the 1950s when that happened. There were also a set of wine glasses and wine glasses that we think were Waterford crystal (because hubby's mom said so, I could never figure it out). We definitely didn't want to move this stuff but we also didn't just want to give it away. We wanted to try to get something for it.
I contacted a place that said they bought china. Well they do, only if it is something they are looking for and they weren't looking for what we had.
I was getting pretty desperate when Thursday afternoon I just decided to take a picture of one of the plates of china and put it on Craigslist for a price to move for an 8 piece set with accompanying serving pieces as well. I honestly didn't think I would get any response.
Imagine my surprise when I checked my email Friday morning and someone said they wanted to buy the china and it was a local number. I called them back, we arranged a time. I happened to mention the crystal. They said they would bring extra money just in case they were interested.
They bought the china, the crystal, the other set of china and a picture we didn't want to move with us. Definitely a God thing because I had prayed that morning about the china.
Again, we didn't get what it could be worth, but again, it is gone, we don't have to move it and we did get something for it.
I probably won't have another garage sale again (yeah right). Probably won't have the stuff like we did this time or times before. It is always challenging to have a garage sale here since we are 10 minutes from the Mexican border. Lots of people come up from Tijuana for sales. Lots don't speak English. They do have basic command of it though to understand money values and they are very good negotiators.
My favorite parts of the garage sales were these:
At the first sale, a multi generational family came, grandchildren, parents, grandmother. The grandmother must have been in her 80s, maybe even 90s. Very agile. She saw a bell hubby's parents had on their motor home. She loved ringing it. The family wanted to buy it for her, she said "no". We negotiated. I saw how much she loved that bell. I went way down on the price. As they were leaving, you could hear the bell being rung over and over again.
Yesterday's sale, another multi generational family. A young baby, 6 months old or so, his parents and a set of grandparents. The parents put a pair of sunglasses on his face. You should have seen how he changed in his expression looking through the world with sunglasses on. Gave them the glasses free just for that look.
I truly do have a wonderful life. I just need to remember that.....
If I don't post between now and then,
may Koda and me wish you all the Best Merriest of Christmases.
We love you all and we thank you for reading the dribble we write.
May we all remember the reason for the season and remember that Jesus didn't remain that little babe in the manager.....but grew up to be a man and our Savior. He came to restore shalom......
Merry Christmas everyone!