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Angie Clayton Posts

who do I think I am?

Are you living in guilt?  Or worse yet, mired in shame?  I spent many years feeling guilty about
things I did to my children, and even more the things I DIDN’T do with my
children.  And the things that happened
to them, unbeknownst to me, that were damaging to them.  And all the ways I could have been a better
daughter mother wife sister friend.

I had a revelation, one
day. 

treasure chest of mess

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.