I looked for a book on my shelves today and couldn’t find it. I knew I had it, this seasonal book about Lent but where could it be?
I finally gave up.
But as I was reclining on my bed, reading a different book (A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller) I had a sudden urge to organize the bookshelf by my bed.
I realized I hadn’t really sorted it and made sense of it since stacking the books in random order when we unpacked. (And by “we”, I mean “I.”)
So I rearranged them by color.
The only bummer was realizing that I’d stashed a bunch of books out of sight. So now the blue books will have to shove the green books down to the next shelf. And so on and so forth.
And for the record, purple books are in the minority.
Oh! And I found the missing book. It was hiding on the very bottom shelf.