Junk Drawer.

Our junk drawer used to be just that, junk.  Fighting it open one evening last year, it became evident that it needed to go.  It needed organization, it needed beautification, it needed someone to swoop in and pick-up the strewn pieces.  Much like us, really.

I think of that junk drawer often.  For well over a year now, it has kept its' refined form.  Funny, but I pull open that drawer and a sense of peace washes over me.  The mayhem of the moment is somehow not all that trying. 

Thank you, junk drawer, for being the most mundane thing that kills me with delight and points me to the only One who not only picks up my strewn pieces, but who delights in my refined, pieced together form.

I am telling you, go clean the junk drawer.

Day 16 of 31 of the #write31days challenge.