No guest room furniture.
Then we had guests!
They never complained about the air mattress,
not even the last night.
No living room furniture.
Then no family room furniture.
No table on the sun porch.
The outside play set is gone.
I need a place to sit.
Aha! There's one chair left in the other room.
Nope... it's wrapped in plastic.
I'll sit on the edge of the tub.
No more dining room set.
Anywhere.
We had three!
I don't think I'll ever be done
packing up the kitchen.
What do people in other countries
do without all the specialized mixers,
cutters, blenders, makers, measure-ers,
cookers, stirrers, choppers, gadgets, and
other various kitchen tools that we have
here in America?
Or is it all just in my kitchen?
Two refrigerators gone.
The washer and dryer are gone.
The kid's beds are down.
Ours isn't yet.
We've hung on to that as long as possible.
I'm not sure how many boxes are gone,
but I actually need to pack more.
Pretty soon the last dog and the cats will be gone.
It may seem odd, but I think that will make it all seem final.
Almost every thing's in storage.
What's next, Lord?
I'm feeling a little sad today.
"Hear my cry O God, listen to my prayer;
from the end of the earth I call to you when
my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock
that is higher than I,
for you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the enemy.
Let me dwell in your tent forever!
Let me take refuge under the
shelter of your wings."
Psalm 61:1-4