The sword came in handy this week

In our master bathroom, there's about a 2-inch gap between the wall and the sink, which sits on top of a cabinet. The other day, I accidentially knocked my razor down into this tiny canyon. I tried my electric razor for a few minutes and I guess the heads aren't clean or something, because it barely made a dent.
So I began the process of trying to figure out how I could free the razor from captivity. The broom handle was too wide and a search of the kitchen utensils turned up nothing suitable.
Then, I walked past this old ceremonial sword we found in my Mom's house when we were cleaning it out. I can't read the inscription on the blade now but I think we determined it came from a military academy, probably one my Dad attended long ago.
I grabbed the sword, took it to the bathroom and reached with it to get the razor. The first time didn't work and I ultimately only got out the razor itself - the razor blade remains at the bottom of the gap. I had a spare blade in another bathroom cabinet. But I did also retrieve a comb and a travel size of shaving cream.
Determining what to keep and what to throw away is a regular discussion in our household and it's one for which I have no scientific approach.
For me, this is proof that you never know when something for which you have no use suddenly becomes one of the most important things you possess.
But we've noticed recently a change in our outlooks now that we keep the house clean on a regular basis so there's definitely an argument for keeping clutter to a minimum.
I think we just have to trust the Lord to grant us wisdom on this subject and pray that the thing we need the most at the time we need it is there.