Last week, my super cute finance and I went out to take some pictures per my request. I had complained that pretty much everyone we know had gotten their pictures taken by Bryan except for me. So one chilly December morning we went down to the small town of Shrewsbury PA, which consists of about 5 shops (all mighty cute, I must add) to take my pictures. When it was all said and done, I was standing in the middle of an alley feeling really awkward in front of the camera. And let me be honest, I looked pretty awkward too. What I thought I wanted, I really didn’t want at all. After many failed attempts of me trying to be photogenic, we gave up and decided to just be ourselves and have fun being together on a chilly morning in December.
We took some pictures of the really cute small town shops and a great sign with a bicycle on it. We stumbled upon an antique shop and immediately I was drawn to it.
There’s just something really special about three stories of really cool knick knacks just waiting to be cared about. Just waiting for the right person to come along and say, I know exactly which shelf I am going to put that on, or wow these little teacups would be so cute with little succulents planted in them (oh wait, maybe that was me!)
And just when I thought I had seen it all, we walked up to the third story of the antique shop and there sat an old tin shop. Wow. Someone’s hands crafted each and every piece of tin with a purpose. A man with a shop and a family to support with his two bare hands. Putting love and sweat and hard work into every piece.
God works in ways that we do not always understand. That day I picked out two pieces from the antique shop. And old milk crate and a tea set. Some may not have thought too much of the pieces but to me they are special, and I care about them. The man cared about his tin shop and each piece he created. God instills cares into our heart for a purpose. Listen to the cares of your heart and choose to care.