It’s Time

There is much going on here.
Wedding planning, haying, farming, a parlor and music room renovation.
There is stuff everywhere-
on the front porch, in the living room, and in the hallway.

Change.

The rooms have needed work for years.
Neglected in the stream of life.
But now.
It’s time.
The rooms have been emptied and the wallpaper taken down.

And in the corner have sat Elijah’s drums.

They have gathered dust and been pushed to the corner.
They have become a catchall for random items.

They have sat.
Unused.
Neglected.

It’s been 8 years since they have been played by their master.
It’s been 8 years since the music has been silenced;
the beat of the drum forever quieted.

Until now.
Today, they were re-homed.

It’s time. 

I had placed a post on face book of my intentions for them to be used.
We had many replies, but one stuck out most of all.
Elijah’s girlfriends father.
He plays the drums too.
They had that in common.
It was a wonderful thing.

His response touched my heart.
He wants to take them and repair them.
He wants to clean them up.

He wants us to know where they are and that they are being used.
You see.
He gets it.
He too loved Elijah.
His heart broke along with so many others on the night we had unexpected visitors. 

So, it’s only fitting that the drums now have a new home with him.

I helped load the drums in the car.
We stood in the yard and watched him drive away.

The tears didn’t come.
There was a contented peace.

It’s time. 

I walked back to the house.
We needed to get ready to go out.
We were going to be late.
I needed to do the next thing. 

We will continue to take off the wallpaper and redo the music room.
I don’t know how I will feel when we replace all the furniture.
For now, I am content.
Elijah’s drums that he loved so much have a new home, a new purpose.

It’s time.