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The other night, as we were settling into bed, we turned out the light.  Just then, we noticed a faint glow coming from downstairs.  We had left a light on, and one of us would have to leave the warmth of bed to trudge back downstairs and turn it off.

It’s so easy to overlook one small light when all the other lights in the house are bright.  Our lives are like that, too.

If we’re ever going to see the light, we need to turn on the dark.

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{Room to Breathe}

“The finest clothing made is a person’s skin, but of course, society demands something more than this.” ~ Mark Twain

The 80-20 rule says that we wear 20% of our clothing 80% of the time.  Do you find this true?  I know I do!  As I continue to purge clothes at the end of each season, I wanted to offer a quick tip.  Turn the hanger around backwards.  When you wear an article of clothing, flip the hanger around to it’s natural position.  Yep, it’s that simple.  Whenever you decide to collect items for donation, you can easily pull out pieces that hang, forgotten and unloved.  Your closet will have more room to breathe and other people will be excited to find something “new” at the consignment shop.  It’s a win/win for everyone!

“If most of us are ashamed of shabby clothes and shoddy furniture, let us be more ashamed of shabby ideas and shoddy philosophies…it would be a sad situation if the wrapper were better than the meat inside it.” ~Albert Einstein

What works for you?  How have you eased the pain in cutting clutter?

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Lately, I keep forgetting to put spare outfits in the diaper bag.  The problem reached critical mass at church last Sunday.

During the closing song, Steve went down to fetch Henry from the nursery. After the closing prayer, I spotted them in the foyer. Steve was looking very grumpy.`

Henry, who looked rather cheerful, was not wearing any pants.

His diaper had leaked, soaking his khakis. A frantic search of the diaper bag uncovered three shirts, but no pants. Henry looked odd in his big puffy coat and bare legs. Embarrassed and irritated, we slipped out the side exit.

I always believe there is a change of clothes in the bag, but it’s hard to be sure in the race to get out the door in time.

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