Garage Therapy

I've been working on cleaning out my garage for the past couple of weeks. That has advantages and disadvantages. My garage has been the dumping ground of all things that didn't seem to have a permanent home for maybe the last 15 years. That ranged from toys to yearbooks to papers the kids have done at school. I've spent hours on multiple days going through these boxes in hopes of getting everything organized. I would estimate that I'm halfway to my goal of placing everything in "keep it, toss it, or donate it" piles.  

Working in the garage is relaxing, mind-numbing, emotional, thought-provoking and exhausting. It's like visiting a therapist. As I'm going through the boxes, I'm remembering a variety of events with as many emotions as could be named. I've found cards from people I've lost, photos of carefree days, tiny hand prints from my kids, and mementos of so many events. 

Digging through this has made me smile, cry, laugh, get angry and realize that life is messy. It's all those events packed up in boxes, both literally and figuratively, that you have to unpack every now and then to understand how you got from point A to point B. 

Psalm 56:8 You number my wanderings; put my tears in Your bottle; are they not in Your book?