My wife recently had me help her clean out our garage and I was amazed. I carried off old furniture that was no longer usable. I threw away toys that were no longer played with and lots of … well, junk. But I remembered when some of that furniture was new. I can remember saving up and being so proud when we bought the item that was going to be just perfect for our house. And now it is not. I remember when the toys were absolutely the must have item on the Christmas and birthday wish list. I smiled when I remembered the fun times watching my children play with them. Now nobody wants them. The junk I was carting away was something that at one time we thought we needed – or wanted. Not now.

At first I objected to getting rid of them because I remembered how special they had been. Of course, I know they cannot last forever. No toy does. Neither does furniture. They are not designed to last forever. They do not last. They are like everything else in this world. They have a limited shelf life.

As I thought about it, I realized the memories were not so much about the items themselves. It was what they represented: good times with family and friends. I did not mind getting rid of the things so much when it dawned on me I would always have my family. My kids are grown and their grandparents are getting old. Now my wife and I have grandchildren. We are buying toys that will be thrown out someday. But our family will be together forever. That is the special blessing for those of us that believe in Jesus. He died so we could live. Forever. My family believes that.

Some things were not designed to last forever. We were.
Cleaning out the garage reminded me of what does – and what does not – last forever. It reminded me of what is – and is not – really important. It helped me to remember to focus on what matters. If you would like to know about families that last forever, I can help you. If you want to know that you will last forever, I would enjoy visiting with you. You are not junk. You are special, and you can know that. Write me at or join the blog discussion at

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