Inspired Home Organization

Their ThingsJohn 20:11

He gets as far as the handle of her room and no further, and calls that failing. John records Mary standing outside the tomb weeping, and nobody moves her on.

I Opened The Door And Closed It Again

Messages

Every Box Has A Person In It

Clear Space Never Had To Earn Its Keep

The List In My Head Grows Faster Than I Work

My Father Kept Things Too

Starting Was Never My Problem

Time Passing Gave Nobody The Right To Hurry Me

The Windowsill I Keep Empty

I Opened The Door And Closed It Again

Good Woman, Clean House, And The Lie Between Them

Room For A Person, Not For Storage

Order Is Not Holiness

The Quiet After One Thing Is Done

Nobody Is Grading The House

The Shape Of Him Is Still In The Chair

The Door At The End Of The Hall

The Table Gets Covered Because We Eat At It

I Keep Choosing The Hardest Version

The Same Counter Every Single Evening

Standing In There For Two Minutes

I Apologize For My House Before You Sit Down

Twenty Minutes Is All I Actually Have

Space That Does Not Justify Itself

The Drawer Of Things With No Name

I Go In With The Light Off

Two Weeks Later It Looks The Same

The Boxes Came From The Old House

I Do Not Have To Fill It

I Only Open It To Put Something In

The Room Where Her Voice Used To Be

I Kept It Clear For A Week

My Mother's Voice About The Kitchen

The Room I Shut After The Funeral

I Keep Everything And I Know It

My Mother Finished One Thing At A Time

I Keep It Because It Was A Good Day

His Clothes Are Still In The Closet

I Did It Right And It Still Came Back

I Kept It And The House Still Works

Sixty Years Of His Things And One Of Me

I Can Stand There Without Starting

I Finished Something Today And Did Not Notice

Keeping Is Not The Same As Finishing

The Grade I Give Myself Every Evening

I Sorted It In January

The Coat I Cannot Put In A Bag

Maintenance Is Not Failure

What I Keep Is Mine To Keep

The Mess Is Evidence Of Life, Not Of Me

Her Handwriting In The Margin Of A Book

I Have Not Been In There Properly For Two Years

I Left It Out On Purpose Last Night

The Shame Is Newer Than The Keeping

Empty Is Not Wasted

A Clear Counter Is A Convenience

Nobody Has To Approve Of What I Keep

The House Was Full Again By Friday

A Mess Makes Me Think Worse Of Myself

A House That Fills Up Has People In It

You Are Allowed To Stop When It Is Done

The Chair Nobody Puts Anything On

I Look At The House And Start Nothing

My Grandmother Wiped The Same Table For Fifty Years

The Voicemail I Have Not Deleted

The Drawer I Have Walked Past For Six Years

Forty Years Of Things In One Room

One Surface With Nothing On It

I Am Not Ready And That Is Allowed

Somewhere To Set The Cup Down

The First Finished Thing In A Long Time

They Asked Me Why I Still Have It

The Room Is Not An Accusation

My Grandmother Kept One Chair Empty

They Keep Asking When I Will Sort It

It Is Not Laziness And It Never Was

Nowhere To Put A Cup Down

Nothing In There Has To Be Decided Today

I Thought It Would Hold This Time

The House I Love Best Is Not Tidy