Thinking about home, the first thing I imagine is the small orange card-board box, filled with mail, unopened electrical, medical, gas bills, unpaid-for credit card bills, mortgages, possibly tickets, and many many more that require urgent attention. It's a burden to think about those things, it's a burden to wonder if one day I get a scholarship award and I lose it because the envelope was never opened.
Thank goodness my God is greater than my clutter, my messes, my failures.
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