Saturday, January 3, 2009

The parable of the garbage can . . .

About 3 weeks ago, I went to work feeling VERY upset. I couldn't find our garbage can! Reed had only just put it out for the garbage men and hadn't brought it in that night. The next morning, while leaving for work, I noticed that our garbage can wasn't out by the curb anymore. "He brought it in, it's a Wednesday miracle!" I thought. But just to make sure, I went and looked in our garage. No garbage can. It wasn't in our house and it wasn't in our backyard. Someone had stolen it! I fumed and fussed about it all day long, until coming home, I decided that I hadn't checked one place at home. When I got home, I checked behind our half fence. And there it was! I was so relieved that I decided it was a waste of my energy to be that upset about a garbage can again and so I resolved never to do it again. (By the way, in case you might think "why didn't she just call Reed and talk to him," Reed has lost his phone. Don't waste your time calling his #, just call Reed on my number.) I did tell Reed he might have told me where he had hidden it, so I wouldn't worry. Anyway, so fast forward to this week.
We forgot to put out our trash for the trash guys on Tuesday, our trash day, but Reed decided to get all the trash bags situated and ready for next week. So he went to our hiding spot for the can, and IT WAS GONE! :) Sorry, I smile because to me this time, it was funny. I had already decided, who in the heck goes around looking for unwatched trash cans just so they can steal them for their own house? If they really are that pathetic, then that person can have it. But, I noticed that our garbage can lid was still in the hiding spot, and we had been having really high winds out here. To me, that meant our can blew away. Reed walked all around our house, and told me I was wrong, and that someone had really stolen our can. I kept reasoning with him "But why would they leave the lid?" Yesterday, I was loving the weather and the sunshine, so I went for a walk in our neighborhood. Not even a block and a half from our house, in an empty field behind one house and to the side of another, there lay a deserted, dirty garbage can looking kind of lonely and looking a whole lot LIKE OURS! I was right! So, I hauled our dirty garbage can that had blown away from home back home. And what can we learn from this story? Well, never jump to the conclusion that other people are really THAT out to get you. I believe in general most people won't steal your garbage can.
Also, faith without works is dead. Heavenly Father knows our concerns and worries, how small or stupid they may seem. And he will help us, if we will let him guide us. Even if he guides us to take a walk on a sunny and windy day so we can locate our lost trash can.

6 comments:

grandma w. said...

That's quite the story. It's funny the things that we allow to upset our whole lives over. When we finally decided whether it is worth losing our peace of mind over, we are a lot happier all of the time. Thank you for sharing that story, it reminded me that peace is more important than anything to me. Mom

AJ said...

I love a good parable. and we really need a new can, ours has rotted at the bottom. But do we leave note for the trash man to take the can too? Will he believe me? What if someone is out randomly taping notes on other peoples cans. maybe i can just come put my yucky trash can in Reed's special hiding place and it will "disappear" too. It is funny we spend so much time worrying about where we put our garbage.

ManicMandee said...

Too funny. Who would have thought a wordy little post all about a trash can could be so entertaining? Good little lesson there.

just a random genius said...

That was enjoyable. I was wondering what happened to your garbage can ever since you told me it went missing. And even if it is just a garbage can, it's an unsettling feeling thinking that there's someone lurking around stealing things you leave outside. So I'm glad it was just the wind and not anything else!

Alyson said...

I've got a funny story about a missing trash can too, except mine ended up missing because I forgot to pay the bill and it was confiscated by the trash collectors.

Alysa . . . . and Reed said...

Hilarious! Umm, but did you buy your trash can or was it one issued to you by the trash company?