Spiritual Yard Sale

I camped out at Zellers this winter to get my son a new Wii. One week later, the dog chewed the cord.

We bought Graham new glasses this winter. They're on the ledge downstairs, where the glass is scratched by the dog's teeth, and wouldn't you know it--the handles are chewed.

I opened a container of sour cream last night to find a green fuzzy village inside.

My kids jumped in the bottom drawer of their dresser till it broke through, now the clothes are falling on the floor.

I over fertilized the yard, so in my attempt to make things pretty, I'm left with burnt patches in the grass.

My mother, 75 years old is suffering from COPD and as a result can't walk the few blocks to our house any more.

Five months pregnant I was told that the fetus was dead. They sent me home where I waited several days for it to abort itself.

Our friend died of cancer this year and left behind a young child.

This world and all it holds is just "stuff;" a spiritual yard sale that I'm trying my best to drive by. But the good news is, I've got someplace better to be, are you coming along? :)

“Lower your expectations of earth. This isn’t heaven, so don’t expect it to be.” ~ Max Lucado

Iris at Sting My Heart is hosting this week. Hop on over there to read her post, and join us along with the other participants.

AFTER THOUGHT: Ok, my post is bleak! It's cloudy out here today and I was up at 6 am. Is that excuse enough? I'm not depressed--really! :)