The Box

So I'm trying to clean out my bedroom, I mean really clean, when you go through drawers and your closet and get rid of stuff. I actually enjoy this process, I love getting rid of clutter and having a nice, organized, and clean area. However, lately I find it harder, we seem to be outgrowing our house and the stuff is multiplying faster than I can de-clutter it. Anyway, I started in the other night and opened up a box that I open every once in awhile and then I close it again because I just don't know what to do with what's inside. See, even though I love not having clutter around, I am a little sentimental. The box I open is full of cards. Cards from our wedding, cards from college graduation, mother's day, birthdays, births, valentine's day, and just because cards, just because you care cards, just because I need to tell you I love you cards, just because I did something wrong cards . I just can't part with them, but I don't know what to do with them. See when I open the box I start to look through them and they remind me of all the wonderful people that are in and have been in my life. It reminds me of how long Dean and I have been together and how much we have shared. Some of the cards are from Dean or from me to Dean. Cards from our girls and from our friends. Some of the cards are from loved ones that are no longer with me, my grandparents, Dean's grandmas, Fred and Bid, Duane Powell, Aunt Pat... The signatures are so telling... ageing, sickness, old relationships or pre-married cards signed only by one of our friends that may be married now, some are pre-kids or kids have been added to their families and some are from family that now lives far away. I love reading notes that people have put in the cards...While I'm reading these cards I think maybe I should look in this box more often because it reminds me of how precious these people are in my life and what an encouragement they are to me. Sometimes I need to be reminded.
But then I ask again, what should I do with all these cards... because I have another box of them right over there that I haven't even told you about, and then I have the box of cards that are in my closet...
Thank you Lord that you have filled my boxes with overflowing cards, and I pray that I may someday be a blessing to each person that has a card in my box!