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I don't remember how old I was when I finally stopped playing with my tackle box of animals ... but I've never lost my affinity for compartments. I love roll-top desks with all their little cubbyholes and drawers, and the Container Store is one of my favorite places to shop.
I like for everything in my life to be in its place. And up until February of 2008, my tackle box was in perfect order. All the little pieces were exactly where I wanted them to be...in nice, neat compartments where they belonged. And then Hannah's cancer diagnosis came along, turned my tackle box upside down, and shook everything out. And even now, ten years later, I'm still picking my little plastic animals up off the floor. Most days I seem to have it pretty well together, and then there are days I feel like those little pieces are slipping out of my hands again. I'm so thankful that my Heavenly Father is with me to help me pick everything up and put it back where it is supposed to go. And I can tell that He's not putting all the pieces back in the same little compartments...and I think that's a good thing.
"And He who was seated on the throne said, "Behold, I am making all things new..." Revelation 21:5