Greetings Dear Reader,
As I clean things to begin my journey I keep finding
toothpicks. I rarely use toothpicks except
in cooking. Mostly I use them to hold
together things made with bacon. This
seems to be an excellent use for a toothpick.
My Daughter has this idea that toothpicks can be used to
pick one’s teeth. I suppose that is an
obvious conclusion but it is not one that often occurs to me. Without putting too fine a point on it I agree
that this is the primary destiny of the toothpick as intended by its creator.
These toothpicks spread around my domicile are, however, serving
another purpose. They are constantly reminding me of my priorities. Instead of the usual irritation when I find
them lying around as I have for the last ten years, I feel something completely
different. I feel the absence of my Daughter in deep and piercing ways.
It is odd how the little irritants of life can become
looming reminders of all that is missing.
As I pulled a toothpick out of my foot tonight, I wept for the solitude around
me. I wept for what it will cost to make
this transition. I sobbed over the sin
and failures that cause division. I grieve
for the loss of time and companionship that our selfishness and shortsighted
natures create.
As I head down the road I will carry with me some of her favorite
toothpicks. Some are the ones I have
packed away on purpose. Others are the
ones in the cracks and crevices of the passenger side of my car. I cherish the latter ones the most.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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Thorn:
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