I think you can guess what happened. I was still inside when the travesty occured. My husband came inside, first telling me no one had been hurt. (Okay, I was glad for that.) But I could tell that whatever it was, it wasn't good. After my husband told me that he had crushed the picnic basket,
You see, this picnic basket is pretty special. My sweet hubby bought it from a crafter in the mountains of N.C. when we were dating and we took lots of picnics together. There are ring stains on the top of it that I cherish because they are from where we put our drinks when we used it like a table. (Back when it was just the two of us.) I was just so devastated that our beloved picnic basket was ruined. In my frustration, I lifted the lid of our big trash can to throw away the obviously unrepairable object. My husband stopped me. He said, "Letha, your daddy can fix this." I really had not considered that--and wasn't sure it was possible. I just left it there on the garage floor.
Later, I did give my dad the picnic basket. It was in shambles. I really wish I had taken a "before" picture. My dad is pretty amazing. He was able to use all the same parts, and lots of wood glue to repair it. There was one tiny piece of wood he never found (it's probably lodged in the rear bumber of our van). He added a few screws, and ta-da! My dad restored my picnic basket. It now works like it was intended to. I'm so glad I did not give up and throw it in the trash!
My smashed and broken basket reminded me of how we are sometimes. Our souls hurt. Our souls are burdened. (Maybe if feels like the weight of a mini-van) Our souls are sinful. We come unglued. (Like I did last Mother's Day.) God wants to restore us. He wants to make our souls right with Him. He is the God of all Comfort.
"...He restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake."
Psalm 23: 3
You see, this picnic basket is pretty special. My husband bought it when we were dating. It is handcrafted by a mountaineer in N.C. It has seen many a delicious picnic. And to make it even more beautiful-- it was crushed by our mini-van, then beautifully and lovingly restored by my daddy.