Moving STUFF

            Five minutes ago I thought I we were close to completing the moving process.

            
            Five minutes ago I happened to be wrong.

             
           30 minutes ago we had the whole garage cleaned. That was a glimmer of hope.

           
           Two days ago I maintained the false impression I had everything out of my room. Wrong.

           
            Four days ago I thought maybe we were close to the end of moving.

             
            A week later I am passed out on the couch and can barely move. 

     Something in my subconscious absolutely refuses to look at a box of junk. The muscles in my arms scream in terror if I decide I need to move a box in order to get to another item. I really enjoyed helping my friends when they needed assistance moving. It felt so productive compared to what I was doing.

           
      Although I have moved very few times in my life, this recent endeavor (moving to the neighbor’s house) proved emotionally, physically, and mentally challenging. However, it offered an amazing revelation. I now understand why the Lord said NOT to store up treasures on earth. Not only does this remain as a warning that one’s things might fall apart or end up stolen or destroyed; I believe it offers another facet. Perhaps He was also cautioning us about the fact that when people move- The stuff has to come. No matter where one goes the baggage comes and the more a person acquires, the more items will need to find a place in the new house. Material things often burden life, dragging items around from one place to another exhausts a person.

           
       In spite of this, I understand that some objects a person has to keep. For example, valuable papers, heirlooms, clothes, a good dress or suit, favorite jewelry pieces, reference books, etc. However, if one has not hugged or washed that teddy bear in a few years, read a certain book twice and have not opened it since, got a new saddle pad only to keep the old one-Everything screams time for change!

             
       Although I still struggle with parting with my things, I am learning to love garage sales. I want to sell my used books online. If I do not wear the shirt more than once it has to go. I do not have time to pursue further guitar lessons. The music can go for now, give it to someone who needs it and will make use of their talent.

Well, I think I have rambled on a bit, but I have learned some good lessons. Time spent with people remains so much better then telling a packed box one’s woes. Never hesitate to throw stuff out!