May 27, 2012

~Object 43~ A Hope Chest

There's something about a hope chest.  She was given one on her fifteenth birthday, and has loved it since.  She enjoys finding new treasures to tuck away in it, and occasionally opens the lid just to stare at everything.  It now has quite the selection of items filling it, and she dreams of one day serving dinner on her plates, baking in her dishes, having tea with a friend in her china...

The name is quite fitting.  Hopes are stored away in that chest.  Dreams have nestled their way into the corners and will stay there for some time before they are awakened from their dormancy.  Dust will continue to gather; new objects will be lovingly placed inside and sit...and sit.

But the name is fitting in another way.  See, hopes don't always end up coming to be, and this is the risk in a hope chest.  She piles it full of things that might be of use someday, but that day may never come.  She expects to marry someday, of course, most girls do, but some are not set aside for this task.  Some never unpack their hope chests.  Some have another calling.

Hope is expecting something, anticipating in it.  She certainly expects and anticipates marriage, but she cannot see the big picture.

For now, the dark wood gleams, and it is an admired piece of furniture, but it may not always shine.  It may be tucked away in an attic somewhere, or used as a coffee table.  It may be unpacked in a new home, with her husband nearby, and it might not.

But this isn't something to be scared of.  "Oh, how sad!" one might think.  No, certainly not sad.  God's greater plan is much better than any we could ever have.  He is the Master Storyteller, Who's stories always turn out best.  Singleness would not be a punishment; not in the least, it would just be different.

The rambler is convinced that it's better this way.  If we knew for sure, either way, we would do everything a bit differently, and the curiosity is half of the fun.  Will she wed, or not?  Will her husband even like the things she has so lovingly stored, or will they be replaced with newer things?  How will her story end?

There's something about a hope chest... It is the object of hope, not certainty.

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Over and out,

~Emily   

6 comments:

  1. I love this. I've been thinking about this a lot lately as well, how our expectations usually don't match up with reality at all, but how important it is to remember to put faith in God's plan.

    But, for the record, I hardly think you will be the type of girl who will have a problem in the spouse-finding area ;).

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    1. Thanks, Audrey, I'm glad you liked it. Haha, you're so funny! I have a feeling you won't have trouble, either. ;)

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  2. I have been working on filling my hope chest lately and been thinking of this as I do. Hope chests are funny like that. They keep us hoping. :)

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    1. Definitely. It's so fun to dream and plan, but I'm constantly having to remind myself that God is in control and I may never actually use the things I'm filling it with. It is SO fun picking things out and storing them away, though, isn't it? =)

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  3. Very awesome thoughts, Emily. I have been filling my hope chest a lot lately and I realize how unstable hopes in the future are---and yet how amazing and how neccessary it is for us to dream. :)

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    1. Mmm, definitely. I think it's so much better not knowing what the future holds. All of the joy in experiences would be lost if we knew everything. Yes, hopes and dreams are so important, so long as we remember that God's plan is ultimately what will be most beautiful in the end.
      Thanks so much for the comment! =)

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