We place the last off-season kids’ clothes into boxes. Stacks of shorts and t-shirts, as well as size- and season-labeled boxes, start to litter our bedroom floor as soon as the slow tug-of-war between hot and cold weather begins. My husband sorts them and carries the keepers to the attic; the Goodwill boxes to the car; and the trash bag full of items that no one would want to the garage.
I breathe a sigh of relief, beam at him, and declare, “Now we can have company!” He looks confused, but I know how this cast-off clothing chaos has stolen my peace.
Please stop by (in)courage to read the rest of the post and weigh in on what steals your peace.
I read this at In-courage but had to stop by here and “personally” tell you how much I enjoyed the post. I have often made myself, and encouraged our daughter to, do something I was fearful of because the fear was eating at me and it just grows if we let it. Thankful our faith can be greater than any fear.
Amen, sister! Fear can be crippling, sometimes worse than just doing the thing we’re afraid to do.