The storm struck. The barn collapsed.
In one sense, relief reigned.
No more worries about who or what hid in the shadows.
No more energy burned in worry about the future. Like what to do with an old barn that faced inevitable demise in some form since restoration was not a viable option.
Nothing left to do but capture frames of memory.
Nothing left to do but to make a memory as we celebrated memories.
The wake lasted three days.
Captured here in a handful from dozens of frames.
The barn is dust.
The landscape forever changed.
And we treasure the memories.
As we look toward the future.
"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."
Matthew 6:19-21 (NIV)
Where is your treasure? What do you cling to?
Note: This post is in response to Claire Burge's PhotoPlay prompt "Frame It" at The High Calling Blogs.
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