It’s the memories that matter. Not the stuff. Painting over the growth chart on the wall was a huge step for me, and I did that myself as a way to help let go of this current season of life. My home is becoming just a house.
You see…I lost my voice. And I didn’t just lose my voice, but most importantly, I lost myself too. It happened so gradually and covertly that I didn’t even really notice. And when I finally did notice, I was surprised! God and my family were not.