Keeping My Furniture Off of Prozac

Isn’t life funny sometimes?

If you remember last week, we moved (halfway, at least) to the new house. And you may remember that the same day of the move, our town was hit with a huge apartment fire. And if you really remember hard, you may recall that I left Hubby with the movers so I could go assist the families affected by the fire on behalf of the American Red Cross. It was quite a day last week, for sure. A little too much excitement for moving day, if you ask me.

Anywho, quite a bit of our belongings have not made their way to the new house. For whatever reason – whether it’s because we don’t know where to put it – or it doesn’t “fit” – or it’s not the right style or color for the new house – we have almost a houseful of furniture sitting neglected. Abandoned. Unused. Depressed.

Don’t get me wrong – it’s good furniture. But I just can’t make it work. So – for several weeks, the question running through the back of my mind has been, “What the heck do I DO with all of this stuff?” Do I sell it? Frankly, I don’t have time to go to the trouble of listing it on CragisList or eBay. If you haven’t figured it out by now, my life has been crazy busy lately….showing no signs of slowing down any time soon. Do I donate it? To whom? Haul it up to Goodwill? Yeah, like I have time for that, too. Not.

And so….the furniture just sits. In a house empty of people. Lonely. Sad. Suicidal. I could see it sinking deeper and deeper into depression each day. And yet, I was powerless to stop it. Unless I could get my hands on some Prozac. Pronto.

And then…Providence stepped in.

We received a phone call two days ago. My stepdaughter was on the phone, and she asked, “Hey – do you remember all of those families who were in the huge apartment fire last week?”

“Of course I remember,” I replied. “I worked that fire! It was the day we were moving. Why?” I asked.

“Well, I know some of those families – and we’re trying to get them back on their feet. Do you have any furniture or stuff to spare?” she asked.

Are you kidding me?

Thank you, Jesus! ☺

I’m happy – the fire families are happy – and my furniture is happy.

Sometimes procrastination is a good thing. If you just sit – and do nothing – it will all work out in the end. Sometimes. And no drugs are needed. For me OR my furniture.

Peace.