"This is my temporary home, its not where I belong, windows and rooms that I'm passing through. This is just a stop on the way to where I'm going to.
I'm not afraid because this is my temporary home."
Carrie UnderwoodThis, I have pondered on for quite some time and decided that its the first move in so many since life wasnt life anymore.. that I KNOW this is my temporary home. Yet, The boxes are rain soaked and destroyed. I watched as they became limp and could never be used again. I pondered my fate. You know how much those boxes cost right? Unbelieveable really.
Choices about happiness eh... thats what I say. Whether to be miserable , or gain strength, both require the same amount of energy. Good Lord how strong must I be? What in the world could I possibly be preparing for that is HARDER than where I've been?
Sorry, just a popcorn prayer for this mornings coffee. I visited the cemetary yesterday where I laid my boy to forever. I wrestle with going there as I know his spirit isnt there. I spilled my guts anyway. CLIC
How the heck is blogland anyway? I must say I am missing you all. Then again, I'm missing a lot! The shop is coming along nicely. I am THIS close to a stitch in time will save my mind!
The home attached to it deshevled as usual. I am stuffing things into places I may never find again! I made soup last evening and it felt nice to have good smells going on here. I will be attacking the guest room as I may be having a visitor come. A customer from the coast, now friend. ( doncha love that?) She wants to come help me ... from there! go figure huh... WOW is all I have to say about that.
Thanks for the coffee, I'm going to get to work. Wish me luck, and wish me a good day, and of course wish me a winning lottery ticket:) Just sayin???