Tonight I was going through some boxes under my bed and in my closet. I wonder when we start to outgrow the things we used to love. Clothes, toys, books. Ideas. People, even. So many things have come and gone, and I hate the inconsistency at times. There's been enough of it around here. Sometimes I wish that some things would stay consistent. I wish people didn't leave, didn't change.
Trusting, leaning, learning.
Psalm 46:1
