A taste of FAITH, a touch of LAUGHTER.
Love this, especially since next week I have to completely empty my apartment so that the current toxic carpet I have lived with for over a year now (giving me permanent allergic symptoms) has to be ripped out and replaced with a hypoallergenic alternative. It is all to be done in one day, contents out, carpet switched, contents in again, a major move but not a move. It is making me wonder whether it is time to lose some of my “stuff” but it is a difficult concept for such a pack rat, hoarder, OCD type.
I love how this story was related to life with Jesus. I too need to think of the application in my circumstances. Maybe it is that our treasures should be stored up in heaven and not here on earth. Here’s to parting with some “stuff”!!!!! 😉
I recall making mud pies, as a child. What fun it was holding wet dirt and molding it into round shapes and covering them with colored sugar. This feast for the dog was only made palatable because of the topping, and of course today a parent could be accused of child abuse for allowing their child to play in the mud.
I’m currently up to my ears in 24 years worth of dirt and suddenly my childhood fascination has lost its excitement. This week is our final purging of things hidden in the shadows of the crawl spaces in our current house. It almost seems that these spaces were reserved for things we wanted to hang on to, for whatever reason, that have no value, but we thought we would use someday. There were three boxes of fabric, several large rolls of fabric, a pair of velvet, suspendered shorts that my husband wore as a…
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