Taking Out The Trash Turns Into …..

You will think this is about to be a humorous post. One focusing on how Rob and I take out the trash much more often than we used to. Our six “take-out-the-trashers” have whittled down to one. Mom and Dad often pitch in.

It was my turn. I took out the trash. And on my way down the driveway, with my iPhone flashlight showing me the way in the dark, I became perfectly still.

I couldn’t have walked if I wanted to. My life was there. I was taking out the trash and my heart erupted in joy. Why?

I believe it was because our beautiful home was shining right behind me. Our home that has protected those six children was right there in shadow yet more bright than ever.

Tonight, I took out the trash and brought my life into clear view.