I have long wanted to use this table well. It used to be my grandmother’s. It sat in her bedroom, beside her bed. I’ve had it since she passed away in 1999, but this is the first time I feel like it is being fully appreciated.
And by that, I mean, “many-a-stacks live here.”
I sat at my computer today, trying to finish up an article for Little Black Dress Little Red Wagon Magazine, and I got 100% distracted by the piles on Kath’s table. Then my bloggy brain started turning and I decided to tell you what is on the table. And because I’m a freak of nature, I numbered things on my table. Weird-O, party of 1.
- Discerning the Voice of God by Priscilla Shirer. Our girls Bible study is just beginning this and I, for one, am thrilled about it.
- Notes From The Tilt-A-Whirl by ND Wilson. Dave told me to read this book and he has never led me astray literarily, so I trusted him. I bought it first on my Kindle and then loved it so much that I wanted a real shelf copy. It’s awesome.
- A deck of cards that Drew Worsham left at my house. He’s a magician. I think that’s like leaving your briefcase somewhere, but I don’t know. I just wish the bunnies would stop popping out of the box. [A little magic humor, anyone? Yeah?] I don’t know why the deck is sitting on this table, I guess I just can’t figure out where to keep my magic supplies.
- A picture of my two best friends from home, Molly and Haley. It’s like an anchor.
- A serious stack of books that I should be reading but I’m not [currently]. Including things from Mike Bickle, Beth Moore, and Madeleine L’Engle.
- A copy of my very favorite magazine in the WORLD- Real Simple. I adore it, plain and… well… simple. [ouch- worse than the bunny joke, right?]
- Would you believe that this is where I keep my most important documents? I know that is ridiculous, but I also know EXACTLY where the important stuff is. So. Someday I’ll get a safe or something, but for now, this spot will do just fine.
- A notebook full of my letters from Fred- my Compassion kid. Love him to pieces.
- A cup from Seaside, Florida. Because I eat breakfast here. And drink orange juice, even though it is high in calories because some things, people, are worth the calories.
- My prayer cards. Remember? I told you about my praying plan here.
So there you go. The things I stare at day after day, yet never clean up. The piles run in the family. It’s my heritage.
Procrastination over. Back to writing.
Happy Thursday! 🙂