Big, little, medium, short, flat, tall, stout, flimsy. From the moving store, the grocery store, even the shoe store. Boxes, boxes, stacked here, there, and everywhere; creating overwhelming chaos…
Sort, pack, stack. The process goes on and on, from room to room, from corner to corner. No time to dwell on the memories. Need to keep going.
But the tears come. Laughter erupts. Pain causes me to take a break.
I press on.
“Where did is this come from?”
“Whose is this and what IS it?”
“I’ve looked high and low for this!”
It’s amazing how much stuff we accumulate in thirty years. I should be saying 10 years, but we didn’t do a deep enough eradication during our last move—which came after 20 years in the same house raising our two sons.
I’m determined to downsize our material life.
The painstaking task is reserved only for me or my husband…no one else can make these determinations. Coats, hats, scarves, shoes, boots, clothes, clothes, and more clothes. “Do I really need this many pairs of black slacks?”
Needs, essentials, wants...I pause to reflect on Jesus’s words:
“Don’t store up treasures here on earth,
where moths eat them and rust destroys them, and where thieves break in and steal.
Store your treasures in heaven,
where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal.
Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be.” Matthew 6:19-21 (nlt)
What is my heart's treasure?
I hope I don’t bore you with my moving stories, but at the moment, it’s consuming my life!
Leave your thoughts, share a moving story, or simply say a prayer for me to survive this mayhem.