By The Worn Handbag
I looked down at my worn out handbag as we were driving home. I noticed the threads on it were unraveling. It was cheap and had only lasted a year.
I had just bought a new rug for my front door, and just like my handbag, I knew the rug would get worn out and stepped on by dirty feet.
Stuff felt so meaningless, and it filled me with sorrow.
As each car drove by, I peered out the window at the autumn blue sky, looking at the sun setting on the horizon.
Then the song Horizon by Andrew Belle came on, and something in the melody sparked a feeling within me. As I listened to the words, I felt like the artist was feeling something similar, as if we were both reaching for something deeper together.
It was as if I were tapping into a memory I had prepared myself for long ago, a moment of recognition, reminding me that my soul is so much bigger than the person I am playing on Earth. Bigger than the temporary luxuries we surround ourselves with.
I glanced in the rearview mirror, and caught sight of my beautiful daughter in the back seat and my husband’s hands steady on the wheel. For a moment, everything felt still. These were the things that mattered, the quiet presence, the life we have built together.
So I asked myself why I needed things at all.
Maybe it’s the fact that I wanted the new rug to make my friend feel welcome at my door.
It’s not in the things we buy but in the moments we create, the memories that last beyond the wear and tear of time.
I know my body will one day become as worn as my handbag, temporary to the world, and over time I may feel like my rug, stepped on by dirty feet. But the spark within me will return to the greater part of my soul, where every memory and lesson will be gathered by God.
Written By Stacy Natzel
Listen to Andrew Belle’s song here
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