I know HE watches me....

"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal." Matthew 6:19

Why am I showing you a picture of my storage room? What could possibly be in there that is worthy of talking about today? It's not what is IN the storage room, it's the storage room itself. My sweetie built this room for me so I that I could move all my boxes from Aggie Moms and preschool into it, the boxes that blocked his table saw. He never really had a project to use the saw, but you never know when he was going to need it and it was as constant battle for space in the garage. So out of love, he built me a room to store my things rather than make me quit the very things that caused such clutter in our life. How's that for love?? :)

Yesterday was the first day I have been in the storage room since before Dave went in the hospital for the last time....and I did okay getting some things I needed to get for someone. But then I turned and really looked and just wept and wept and wept....

So there it is...nothing worth crying over...the middle shelf stores all my preschool boxes, in order of theme of how I use them in the school year. I couldn't believe I finally had them all in one spot, all organized. But the tears started to flow when I realized that after finally having it all organized, it was going to be my last year to teach. My journey has taken a sidestep and I will need to walk another road after this school year. I love my job....actually I shouldn't even call it a job....it's a privilege...a blessing. I was blessed to be married to a precious man who let me pursue what made me happy...not what made the most money, not what would be practical with 3 girls heading into college. He allowed me to work where I wanted and volunteer where I wanted. He loved me that much....

I composed myself because my friend was coming to pick up some things..couldn't let her see me weeping...but then I caught 2 things out of the side of my eye and the tears just flowed again....

Why would I cry over PVC pipe and Easter eggs???? Because they would not be there if not for my sweet guy. He was the one that cut the PVC pipe for our stickhorses...and he was the one that sat for days drilling holes into plastic eggs so my class could make rattlesnakes. Love is drilling holes into 35 eggs times 12 students...that's 420 holes. How cute it was that he got a board, his drill and eggs galore and drilled sitting in his spot on the couch probably watching Everybody Loves Raymond!!

Crazy how the oddest things can bring the tears....but they bring smiles as well. I always knew I was loved unconditionally. I just wish I had another opportunity to tell him how much I appreciate his selflessness.

I have lots of things that I store up...anyone that knows me well knows that for sure....but no things matter...They are not worth storing if they are not ever used or enjoyed or appreciated. I want to make a point to finally use it or lose it as I go forward in my journey. This goes for things as well as relationships. As I move forward and declutter the storage of my home and of my heart....I hope to fill the new space with the thing that matters most....

"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. 20But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."

Matthew 6:19-21