So, I just took ‘stuff’ to Goodwill.  I have lots of ‘stuff’. Lately, everything brings to mind Haiti.  My ‘stuff’ did that again this week.  I was reminded of the home visits we did last year.  The pic on the left shows the entire home we went to with grandma and mom and baby (and team leader, Terry!)

On the right is the entire closet.    

                      

Yep.  That is the closet.

I told mom if she could walk DOWN THE MOUNTAIN in the morning and get there by 10 am, I would give her my mom’s old suitcase to use for the baby’s ‘closet’.   She was there the next morning.
                                            

She was a ‘mom’ who simply wanted something better for her baby.  I told her the suitcase that I was giving her had been my moms and I thought my mom would be happy she had it.

Mother WOULD be happy.

But, it also was a suitcase that was too big and cumbersome to travel with anymore so we were ready to let it go.  It just was no longer 'convenient'.  So I passed it on.  Like the ‘stuff’ I took to Goodwill.

Pretty sure this doesn't qualify as a gift…

 ….which just makes me think AGAIN of the incredible imbalance in my world and the way I attempt to make myself feel better by little teensy tiny efforts.  

I have no idea if that is a good thing or a bad thing.  I just know that if I don’t remind myself of how different my closet looks than so many others, I might begin to forget and I just don’t want to do that.

So, there you go.  When you look in your closet, remember how much ‘stuff’ Cheryl has and see if you can  make any sense of it cuz’ Cheryl sure can’t.

So she wrote this.