Critical moments of truth. Turning points on the faith journey. They stand out.
And impact the rest of our lives.
For me, one of those began with, “I just can’t.”
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I just can’t
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My parents are cleaning out cabinets. And bookshelves.
They’ve done this before. Purging. For moves across states and across the world.
But this is different. A time for downsizing. Studying space. Deciding what will fit in the next spot.
They’ll move to a smaller place. One of these days. So now they are paring down. Letting go.
They push things into my hands when I express interest in a painting. A book. “Take it.”
