As I trotted down the hallway yesterday, I suddenly smiled to myself for two very good reasons. First, I smiled because I was going along a hallway (level, ahhh bliss) rather than down a set of stairs; because that would most certainly necessitate going back up that same set of stairs at some point.
Did I mentioned that I hate stairs? Or rather, while I am relatively okay with them, my knees hate them? Our former house was two-story but our new home is all on one level. Common sense reigns!
And I was smiling because I actually knew where something I needed was. The little plastic bags were in the second drawer down near the dishwasher in the kitchen. Hooray!
When you have just moved in and nothing is quite where you thought it would be, the simple fact of knowing where something/anything is can be satisfying.
But I would be kidding you if I allowed you to think this little scenario was happening regularly. The fact is that we have spent the past two weeks digging through boxes, rooting through plastic bins, and scrounging through bags and baskets trying to sort out our stuff.
And we have a lot of stuff!
My grandmother's quilt? Not quite sure where it is.
Yesterday's mail? Did we put that in the glove box in the car?
While we are making progress in sorting through things, we still don't know where many things are. We know they are here somewhere, but just where is anyone's guess.
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Fortunately, there is something a great deal more important that I do know exactly where I have placed it. I know where my confidence for the future, both in this life and the next has been "put".
"...I know whom I have believed and am convinced that he is able to guard what I have entrusted to him for that day." II Timothy 1:12
Hope your confidence is well placed this evening. Until next time ... Marsha