I put things in boxes,
segregating my life
in tiny boxes.
God, Husband, Family, Friends, School, House, Writing, etc. I used to do this with journals, one journal for notes at church, one for prayers, one for daily ramblings, one for poetry,
yet aren't they all a part of my daily walk?
Aren't they all threads in the quilt of my story.
I am obsessed with keeping it all separate.
This is why I have two other blogs:
Just like weight tends to creep up on you slowly so does sin.
I woke up one morning and realized that...
I'm not the wife he married,
Im not the mother that these three blessings were gifted to.
I had given my time and efforts to another... the world.
And I continue to box up my life.
To sweep the grit and dirt under the carpet,
boxes stuffed full and taped shut.
Last year I decided to put all my journaling in one volume, the notes taken, the ramblings and the quiet mutterings from my heart cries to Father.
I'm making baby steps.
So... I am taking yet another baby step and combining the cottage blog to this one for they both tell of our stories, our life,