I'm forced to seclusion. My allergies overpowering. My air conditioned bedroom; my reprieve. Haying, lawn mowing, beautiful blossoms; all causing me discomfort. So, I head to my bedroom. On a gloriously sunny day. I am forced to look at the clutter. The piles of clothes. The boxes of paper. Most of it needing to go. I begin the process. Cards sent when our world shattered. When our first born son was called to glory at 17. When cancer threatened to take a good man down. When the joy thief knocked ... View Post
Conquer The Clutter
We clean up that farm boys room; because it is a mess. Really. All the rooms are a mess. Clothes, papers. Clutter. Everywhere. My cluttered home has seeped into my soul. The clutter of grief and loss. Daily consuming. I fold a shirt. It belongs to the son who has left this earth. I can feel the ache. It has threatened to spill over all day. The loss. Another in the community has lost too. Another accident. One so young with 3 children. And I just can't bear the ... View Post
