The White Board

My parents have been cleaning out our basement. They found a couple of old white boards that they were going to throw out. One was in pretty bad shape. It used to hang in our kitchen many MANY years ago. The other had some scratches on it, and a dent in the marker tray, but overall it still looked pretty good. So I took it. I have no place for it in my room. It simply sits on my floor under my window. It holds a To Do list. It holds a Psalm 63:3. And it holds some important dates. Though it is seemingly unimportant and perhaps even quite boring, I bet this white board and I will soon develop a unique relationship.