44 bins...roughly what we had stored of our life in the states. I say had because this summer our son Ben and I were out in his garage (where he stores bins for us). Ben was on a hunt for more space and 'made' me go through as many bins as he could grab! Might I say this was a bit traumatic for me! He insists that I'm much worse than him in 'keeping' things (we might have said the word "pack rat"!). I say his perspective is off..they're not his treasures! I think we sorted through 4 or 5..lucky for me that's all the time we had!
In one bin of treasured drawings, letters, notes, report cards, etc. I pulled out a handful to read on my flight back to Africa. Tears falling down my cheeks as I read. One note was from a sweet godly lady who lead a Bible study years ago, listened to our hearts cry for our children (and families) and prayed fervently with and for us. Her note was a prayer for one my children...encouraging me then to keep praying and trusting God. Encouraging now as I have experienced the answer to that prayer. Many prayers answered seeing my children respond to God's love and call in their own lives. What a blessing to find in a bin!