As I dictated which boxes and more should go up into the attic, and then watched them disappear into the attic abyss, I thought, good Lord, I am never going to move again. I thought it would feel good putting things away. But, I can hardly bare the thought of hauling these things down from the attic and dragging them to another home. I am ready and committed to get real comfortable and not over clutter my life, but simply be content where I am…God willing.
(Photo: Christ of the Abyss)