My basement flooded. As a result I am wading through piles and piles of stuff.
This afternoon I came across a shoebox of keepsakes, mostly from my childhood, that I have yet to scrapbook- add that to the list, right along with my children’s baby books, of things I need to do. Never mind that my oldest is 21.
When I sat down with my over stuffed Sketcher’s box, I swore to myself I would be good and pitch most of the contents. As I am sure you have already guessed, I didn’t throw away a single thing.
The reason I didn’t throw anything out is not because I am a pack rat, because frankly I am not. – I have a bad habit of throwing things out that I shouldn’t and regretting it later.- The reason I held onto the box of precious mementos is because it represents not only sweet memories– like remnants of the Holly Hobbie wallpaper that hung in my childhood bedroom or the stack of dance recital programs from my years of ballet, tap, and jazz lessons- but also because it represents the people who have touched my life.
Most of the people represented in these pictures are probably not aware of the impact they had on me. They would probably be surprised to discover that their notes are among my most treasured possessions.
I think that is the way it is for most of us. We have no idea how many lives we touch.
We are just living our lives. Doing the best we can. We wake up and get the kids off to school. We clean our house and run errands. We call our mom and send a few emails. We like someone’s picture on Facebook and retweet a friend’s blog post. We serve at church and volunteer at the local food pantry. We attend PTA meetings and cheer our kids on at their baseball games. We cook dinner and say our prayers. Then we go to bed hoping to get a full night’s sleep so that we will have the energy to do it all over again the next day.
Only occasionally do we even have time to wonder if any of it makes a difference.
But the fact is it all makes a difference.
Every bed you make, every load of laundry you do. Every memo you send, every meeting you attend. Every stamp you lick, every post you like. Every lesson you prepare, every prayer you raise. Every smile you share, every hug you give. Every thing you do touches a life.
And the lives you touch from your children’s to the grocery cashier’s are forever changed. So, keep living your life. Keep doing what you do.
Because you make a difference.
I should know. You made a difference in my life.