Saturday, April 28, 2007

Another week of moving . . . last week we moved my sister . . . this week we moved my mother. I never want to move another thing again for YEARS to come.

Why is it that so many of us seem to accumulate so many things? Even when I think I've cleared out my house, I still have boxes and boxes of stuff I just can't seem to part with--it's never-ending.

I think there must be a spiritual lesson in all of this, but I'm just too tired to ponder it. When we finished tonight (after a 12 hour day), we just couldn't seem to stop laughing at everything. This can be a bit problematic when you're standing in line with 50 other people waiting for ice cream. My brother-in-law just pretended he wasn't with us.

If I ever see another brown box or storage room again in my life it will be too soon.

On a lighter note, another chapter of The Kingdom of the Occult made it to the publisher this week and another one's almost ready to go . . . only nine left. I should be posting a bit more this week, now that the relocation of thousands of boxes is behind me, and the U-Haul truck is parked safely back in the parking lot.

Goodnight for now. :)


JohnD said...

Well bless your heart.

I think sometimes God grants us more than we need so he can say "just remember you asked for it..."

Images of pies in the face or the old Hawaiian Punch commercials comes to mind. Nothing says we have too darned much like moving time... or more accurately too much stuff has us!

God bless!

11:51 PM  
JohnD said...

One of several blogs I have going...
touches on this subject. We are all guilty of hoarding wealth in the last days...

9:55 AM  

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