This weekend we had a very successful garage sale. My amazing sister drove all the way from Mexico to help us empty our home of the non-necessities and try to get people to pay top dollar for our old candle holders, picture frames and decorative plates. It's just stuff, but it was the frame that held my son's baby picture, and candle holder I used to burn a candle the night my daughter was born. It was the plates my mom gave me to decorate my new kitchen. I sold a painting today that a very dear friend gave me when I was newly married.
The memories attached to all this "stuff" are precious to me. But there was freedom in letting them go. I know I don't have to keep the stuff to keep the memories.
There was also the stuff that I just really liked. A really cool table that I didn't want to sell, and other stuff that was just cute. I think we can get so attached to our homes and cars and things, that our identity begins to take root in all the stuff around us, instead of where it's supposed to be. I don't want my identity to be in the cuteness of my kitchen or the sleekness of my leather couches. I want my identity to be in Christ. When people think of me, I don't want images of what I drive or of where I live to be what's pictured. I want people to see Jesus.
This weekend, freeing myself of things that I feel have defined me was indeed, freeing. This isn't an easy process, but God is so faithful every moment.
"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." Matthew 6:19-21