A Pile of Stuff

I "got" to go pick up some of my belongings at The Cocoa Tree. The shop was completely empty; there was only a small pile of stuff in the corner. I said goodbye to the rooms, cleaned up my pile and walked away with a heavy heart.

It is hard to believe that a small pile of stuff is all that is left after 5 years of back breaking, heart wrenching work. It is hard to believe that one man was able to lock me out, close it up and sell it off to anyone who would give him cash - anyone except me. I wasn't even consulted.

I lucked into the pile of stuff. It was the landlord who called me. It had just been left, like it had no owner, in the corner of the empty building where part of my soul still resides.

It doesn't make sense, but I guess it doesn't have to.

God is always good, and even though I am sad, I know that life without Him is just a pile of stuff.