I unpack boxes because I want to settle. In the best sense, to let my heart rest - not that other way of using the word, to accept something less than best. But my heart flip flops between the two of them, not quite settling, in either sense.

Sometimes I remember to be still and to accept, at the same time. To keep my high hopes, to let them float ever higher to be shaped and formed until the image of Christ is present in the pictures of my heart. To accept every day, to own up to every decision, to trust that the path I have chosen and keep choosing is right and good, for me in my here and now life.

It's in living with both of these that I take my daily stroll, sometimes mentally, through this home and hold picture frames up to walls, or scoot the couch one way or the other. I want to be rooted, with the ability to fly; I want to dream and adventure with the understanding that my home is right here, waiting, as comfy and cozy as my old pink bathrobe.

I'm going to hang some things on the walls tonight.