Especially when you are nearing
Eighty.
Boxing up books, tons of them,
Creating piles of "stuff" in the
Garage: Discard, donate,
Undecided.
The task seems unending.
How did my friend, who was a
Chaplain's wife, move thirty times in
Thirty years?
But when I learned that my
Friend's son and his family just
Lost everything in a fire, my
Attitude changed.
I'm thankful for books to pack and
Items to sort and discard.
And I pray for the precious family who
Must begin again from scratch.