At the end of the day, the good news is that I am halfway there. Half of the house is clean. It is clean, so it can start getting dirty all over again! Kind of like we are born to die! The good news for me is that when I die, I have an eternal home promised to me. One that won't need to be deep cleaned but will be deep in worship!!! Glory be!

There are many personal memories attached to our home. Today, I dusted a sweet Precious Moments Anniversary Plate and a framed scripture from a long-time friend. I dusted the Bible we got as a wedding gift. I thought about the young woman who brought me the gift of a carved wooden box from her time in Iraq. A cherish is the Anri music box my mother gave me, the Big Apple music box that Nan gave Aaron and the butterfly music box that Donna gave him when he was born. There are Beatrix Potter music boxes that were given at our daughter's birth and several music boxes from my Grandfather Etter. The little Swiss Chalet music box that Jo Lively gave Chrissa is pretty special, too. I do love the Capiz glass lamp my parents gave us as well as the framed art hanging above our bed, both gifts for our new home years ago.

Remember the little huts of blown glass we would see at carnivals or Six Flags? I love blown glass. There is a beautiful blue shell that was my mother's and then we have several Russian blown glass pieces, too.

A very tiring day, but lots of great thought time. Oh, I broke something. Don't tell!

Fresh Find: Beautiful jewelry.