Where moth and rust... and burst pipes destroy

None of my rugs could be saved. They exist only on paper now for the insurance adjuster. I would have told you a month ago how much I "loved" my rugs; spent hours choosing the right borders, colors, material, sizes. Quite an undertaking for something designed to be walked on...literally, and figuratively. A floor mat... This morning, I hardly remember them; see only gleaming hard wood floors where they once lay...and I am reminded of how few of those things we "cherish" are really worthy of our hearts.

Lord, only You are eternal, unchanging, forever. You alone are worthy of praise.

"Heaven and earth will all pass away, but My words will never pass away." ~ Matthew 24:35