finding a home.

Thankfully, we have until April 1 before we need to be out of our rental.  Though, it is more of a relief that we will not have to move by March 1, my mind has still been consumed with the thought "Where are we going to live?".  Funny how that very question pertains to other some parts of my life right now too... 

A while back, I shared how I dislike to put things away (here & here).  It was shortly after writing those posts that I was discussing the 'art' of putting things away with my Mom...my very wise mother(!).  She raised the thought that it could be more of an issue of not "having a home" for items - if that be a home found in the garbage, a journal, a storage box, or a dresser - that made putting things away harder for me.  

It's so true ... I dislike putting away clean, folded clothes into a crammed full drawer.  Or,  I think, "...why go through a stack of papers when they will become the new stack of papers on your desk when you're through?"  How can I put things away (thoughts, doubts, clean dishes, etc.) if there is not a "home" for it?  

Having a place for stuff to be put back to and found, allows my brain to rest and not strain to memorize or keep tabs on simply everything.  

Easy or obvious, you may be thinking, but how many thoughts are swirling and twirling in your head before you sleep?  What decision remains unsettled?  What is so hard to put away?  Is your head and/or heart at rest?  

Yes, my soul, find rest in God. ~ Psalm 62:5a

Today, the question is ask myself is: where is the home for "this"?  Do I need "this" in my life?  If so, let's find it a home.

pic pix: house blocks painted by Mom, April.2008, Mom's house.