Stuff! Too much Stuff!
O Great Revealer, maybe I’ll spend today dusting off my trophies and moving my diplomas closer to eye level. I know, I know, one day they’ll be in a garbage dump and I’ll be in a grave, but still, redecorating might be a fun way to spend my afternoon. I wonder how often these antics bring you to tears. (Steven James. A Heart Exposed) Just yesterday I was looking for a particular picture that my dad had in his possession of the the Vineland volunteer fire department. The photo was taken back in the 1960’s. I went to my closet to get out my ‘dad box.’ Yep, that’s what is left of my dad. In my parents heyday they had stuff and lots of it. When they immigrated to Canada in 1952 they brought one chest, a couple of suitcases and $80.00—that’s it! Then that progressed to filling a fairly large house. Now, my one box is in the bottom of my closet! Then I read Steven James’ prayer the other morning and thought about my parents… and then eventually about me and m