Accumulation
As I continue to
sift through closets, the garage, attic, drawers, files, boxes, I am amazed at
what has come through my doors and been stored in forty years. I have had a headache for the last week. Granted, it is diagnosed as a sinus infection,
but I suspect it is the weight of this “stuff” boggling my mind and burdening my
spirit. I continue attempting how to dispense all of these items.
I have sent fifty
plus boxes to the auction and will take a large load tomorrow. The mission truck will take about thirty boxes plus some furniture. I have given
linens and pottery to friends, packed boxes for the kids with the few treasures
they want, and still the house seems full.
I have had a huge yard sale and two art sales. I have worked at giving,
donating, selling, and packing for 25 days.
How do we
accumulate so much? I knew my art room
was packed with supplies, but I never imagined I had so many magazines, paints,
papers, scrapbooks, and stamps. If this
move has taught me anything, it has shown me accumulation is a curse. I have tried to store up manna, and God
clearly said it could not be done. I
never realized manna could be defined as abundance, collections, supplies, or
antiques. Now, I understand why someone
declared, “The greatest inheritance to your children is to rid your home of
collections from the past years.”
I am pledging that
I am done with carrying items into my house.
I desire to keep our new home clear of anything extra. I suspect my hoarding is a result of my mother,
grandmother, and grandfather, who were reared in poverty and saved everything
to be reused or redesigned into a useful item.
I apparently mimicked their collecting even though I have not known
their kind of poverty. After twelve
years of retirement, I realize I should have tried this purging much
earlier. Instead, I went to conventions
and learned new things to make, do, and collect.
On with my sorting
and giving and packing. This life lesson
is most sobering and exhausting.
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