The first question is should I ever set foot inside another estate sale? There would not be room enough to receive another haul like this last one, but surely nowhere else would I be able to find so many of just the right things. I have been having dreams about the sale almost every night (it really had an effect on my subconscious) and woke up quite disappointed on Monday that I couldn't go find one somewhere. And what did they do with the things that didn't sell (hands wringing, did I need something else)?
And the next question is, what does this all mean, if anything? It was incredible to me that so many things that I have been searching for were right there at that one house. I really am not looking for that many things, but I am learning to be patient and just wait for them to find me. What if I hadn't gone? Would the Earth have stopped spinning? Was I meant to go there? Was it a coincidence? Or was it a blessing, a tender mercy if you will? And if so, why? Things aren't that important, and certainly me having things isn't that important. And there are plenty of more deserving people in the world who seem to have it pretty rough. This is a question I ask myself often about amazing little occurrences that happen in my life and I really don't know the answer. What I do know is that I want to give credit where credit is due. I know that God loves me and I am sure that I am supposed to "pay it forward" somehow since I have been smiled upon. I am grateful for what I assume was a unique experience.