About 14 years ago, I bought a huge, down-filled, ridiculously expensive Henredon sofa. I had it made in this exquisite blood red damask fabric and it was a vision of beauty for all who laid eyes or butts upon it.
Luckily, I bought the sofa before I met AD because he would never authorize that kind of spending. Not so lucky is that it never occurred to me that once you spend that kind of money on a sofa, you are loath to ever get rid of it. And trust me on this: There is not a sofa on the planet that you will want to keep your entire life.
Well why not just get it recovered you might ask? And that is a reasonable question. The problem is that I could buy a brand new sofa and maybe even a few other things for what it will cost me to have it recovered. It will require a substantial outlay of cash and outlaying of cash is just not in our immediate or foreseeable future.
So then, right now I have a formerly glorious red sofa that has turned a sad shade of pink from the sun and suffers a terminal case of thread rot. And if I may be honest, the giant expensive, formerly glorious, now ugly sofa is really getting on my nerves. Every time I walk through my living room, it pains me to look at it. It is the Norma Desmond of the sofa world.
Last week, as I was pulling into the neighborhood I saw a Thomasville truck in front of my neighbor’s house and two men were hauling in a houseful of brand new furniture. I slowed to gawk at the spectacle of it all. And I may have pressed my nose against the car window and drooled just a little. I coveted. Oh yes I did. I coveted with a vengeance.
With a heart drenched in envy, I continued around the block towards home, driving past the house of a woman whom I only knew in passing. But she doesn’t live there anymore. She lost her battle to cancer about this time last year leaving behind a husband and a ten-year-old boy.
Maybe she left behind a really nice sofa. Or maybe hers had thread rot too. I don’t know. But either way, it didn’t matter. She left it all behind.
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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