Our worldly goods sit in a moving crate across town.
And by "across town", I mean 35 minutes away.
The picture above is our crate-o-stuff
getting ready leaving our home in Maryland.
It disappeared and magically reappeared in Central Florida 10 days later.
We have visited our stuff twice since moving.
I miss it.
Is that wrong to say?
As Christians we're not supposed to be too tied to temporal things, right?
To stuff?
Well, I miss my stuff. There, I said it.
We're in a furnished townhouse for the fall.
It was clearly God's provision for us for these four months.
Clearly.
When we moved, the stuff that wouldn't fit in the crate
(it was literally stuffed to the gills)
got shoved in one of three vehicles to make the trip down.
I say shoved because really, by the time we were done packing
and sorting and hauling all of our stuff,
we were quite sick of it.
And now I miss it. Good grief.
And yet, maybe it's okay that it's across town in it's metal box.
The couches, the bookcase, the sideboard, my sewing machine...
it's all happy over there I'm sure.
It'll all wait until the time is right, until we have a place for it all.
In the meantime, maybe I'll learn to live more simply.
To appreciate what I have.
To make do... because what I simply make do with, others in this world could never in their wildest dreams imagine owning. Never.
Maybe I'll learn a little bit more about what is really important.
And what really just isn't.
Don’t store treasures for yourselves here on earth where moths and rust will destroy them and thieves can break in and steal them. But store your treasures in heaven where they cannot be destroyed by moths or rust and where thieves cannot break in and steal them. Your heart will be where your treasure is. ~Matthew 6:19-21
Many blessings,
Deni
ps Endless thanks go to Tom, Gwen, Tristine, and Nancy for helping us sort through and pack up our stuff. Each of you deserves a medal of honor. Or chocolate. Probably both.
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