I do...but...I don't

This week I started sorting, cleaning, boxing up, throwing away and passing on seven years of "stuff" that has accumulated in this house. Today, especially, it feels like I'm trying to climb Mt. Everest but I'm only at the bottom, leaning wwwwaaaayyyyy back trying to see the top. If you know anything about my athleticism, then you know the idea of conquering a mountain isn't really on my bucket list. (Let's remember, I tried that in December and it didn't work out so well!)

You see, I really don't have a problem parting with the "things" of this house. It's just "stuff". A recent quote I heard, "You never see a UHaul following a hearse to the cemetery, do you?"

Not to say that things are bad. I totally feel like they have their place, but that place for me is slowly transitioning. I find myself, instead, getting sentimental, looking back on the memories here and praying for future memories that are just as sweet.

I've already said goodbye to some things, taken some to Goodwill and some other "big ticket items"are going to good homes in the near future.

Like the dresser that we made over for our then, one and only daughter, is being passed on to another beautiful girl who will, no doubt, spend many more hours admiring her reflection in the mirror.

Our dining room table....It's the table we picked out when we were still in the newlywed stage, dreaming of one day having a few extra mouths to feed. We even picked the "distressed look" thinking that kids might destroy something nicer. I think we were pretty smart in that decision. We've spent countless hours at that distressed table laughing out loud at too many unnecessary burps, crying over uneaten vegetables, feasting with friends, blowing out many a birthday candle and celebrating board game victories. The family that's getting it will no doubt have their own share of memories adding to the "distressed" look :)

On and on it goes as I go through each room...and as it does, there's still the lingering big question of who the Lord will bring along to fill this house with their memories. All in good time...all in His perfect time...and one step at a time.

I guess it really is like trying to climb Mt. Everest after all.