I think of a crossroads as an anxious place.
Because one path seems as good or bad as the next and how do I know which is best and what if I mess it up?
So I started a project today. I decided a mission was in order – a mission to collect and sort and organize all the pieces and things and stuff that I have kept over the last several years.
Things that inspired me. Things that made me laugh. Things that convicted me. Things that made me cry. Journals and books and articles and lyrics and devotionals and random printed pieces of paper. Things I’ve written.
All stored in enough places that the collection process itself was a challenge, and I’m still not sure I’ve found all my hidey-holes.
I thought this was a good idea.
Probably it was, but it got overwhelming very quickly.
(the dog was no help, by the way)
I can’t believe how much is there. Really, can’t believe it.
Last week, I watched my daughter fall apart.
It was excruciating.
… is worth a thousand pictures. LOVE. And although I don’t quite have a thousand pictures (yet), here are a few of my favorites. [Ya’ll…