Purging Thoughts Day 2

No, really, what's the point of trophies?

Trash!

Flipped through yearbooks. Figured out when I went to school with my friend's fiance. Still no memory of him. But he was in 6th grade when I was in 8th grade, so I don't feel bad about that.

Blurry camp polaroids.
Who are any of these people?

Trash!


And my barrette collection. On the hanging display!
See that one? Big poofy. Blue and white and purple and fake pearls and oh my gosh. It doesn't even hold up to it's own weight.

I don't remember if I ever wore it.

Pretty sure I wore the others those. Think the pink and yellow bow was a gift from Tareka Sartor. Or Frannie. Someone in elementary school.

(Betcha hadn't figured out that last part. Thought they were big girl fashions, didn't you? Those come next.)

Scrunchies! (They're on the rainstick that I made in 5th grade. Originally it was some doll, but eventually became my scrunchie tower.)
And a claw! And those plastic, spikey, stretchy headbands.

After a day of wearing these, I can attest that 90's hair fashion is more comfortable than I remembered.

Maybe not trash?

There have been a few "That's where that went" moments.

Found this necklace a few days too late.

And found this Psalm 23, Paraphrased (by Jacquie Clingan)

The Lord is my friend!
What more could I want?
He sits with me in the quiet times of my days.
He explores with me the meanings of life.
He calls me forth as a whole person.
Even though I walk along paths of pain, prejudice, hatred, depression,
My fears are quieted
Because He is with me.
His words and His thoughts,
They challenge me.
He causes me to be sensitive to the needs of others,
Then lifts up opportunities for serving.
His confidence stretches me.
Surely love shall be mine to share throughout my life,
And I shall be sustained by His concern forever.