One week to learn how home feels under new trees, with new birds at the window, new angles of light across the floor.
One week to find homes for this book, the loom, the icon, and the iron skillet.
One week to ponder the tension between housekeeping and Holy Week.
One week for friends who come to carry furniture, share cookies, put handles on cabinet doors, dream of pets, invite me to Easter egg hunts.
One week to listen to the sounds of clocks ticking, children playing, trains running down their tracks.
One week to receive letters from Mama, from Lauren, from Dave, from Amanda.
One week to sit on the porch and wonder how this home will look to friends I have not yet met.
One week to give thanks. One week to pray for all that is to come.