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| Some of the things that came out of that craft room. Only some. |
My
daughter and I have been embarking on a second round of Jen
Hatmaker's book 7: An
Experimental Mutiny Against Excess.
A more detailed explanation can be found here. And here. This
is my weekly progress check in.
For
May20-June 20, the plan is to give seven things away. Every day.
That's approximately 210 things just for me.
This does not count the daughter. Or, potentially, the other daughter
who is coming home from college this week and may want to join us. Or
not. She probably feels deprived enough already having just spent the
last year eating dorm cafeteria food. Still, she should read last
month's conclusions on food, I guess.
OK,
so you have to know, I started this giving away stuff long before the
beginning of this month of Possessions. Like, over spring break, when
I enlisted a friend of mine who had foolishly offered to help clean
my craft room. She offered. I needed the drill sergeant to make me
toss stuff. It was a match made in, well, second grade when our
daughters became best friends.
We
gave away/threw away five garbage bags of stuff. And trust me, that
room is still full. I promised myself that a year from now, if I
haven't used it, more is going to go. The girls are done with
matchstick eiffel towers and unidentified clay creations. 4H years
are over. Get a grip, mom. It's time.
Then
the linen closet. At least ten old towels and various wash clothes
donated to the wildlife center. Just in time for baby animal
birthing. And I don't miss them at all. About seventeen sheets and
pillowcases. Why? Why? I have no idea where some of these even came
from or whose bed they ever graced. Out.
Next
came clothes. Again, three huge bags of them. Losing 45 pounds does
something to your wardrobe, namely, causes most of it to hang on you
like a needy girlfriend. Not to mention expose parts of your
underwear that are not, sorry ladies, for public view. Necklines that
used to sit right just . . . don't now. So, out they all went. Yeah,
are you ready? 60 pieces of clothing. And one winter coat. I
am not done yet. Why do I have so many clothes? How can one person
wear that much? When the washer was broken for a month, I still had
enough clean shirts to wear every day—and that's just depressing.
Yes, most of them are $5 Old Navy
specials, but still. Who needs that much?
“When
someone has been given much, much will be
required in return; and
when someone has been entrusted
with much, even more will be
required.” (Luke 12.48)
I
know, in context this is not talking about possessions, per se. But I
think it is still applicable for those of us to whom so much has been
given. I've not just been given things. I've been entrusted. Am I
acting in ways worthy of God's trust? Do I think about my things in a
way that makes Him glad He trusted me? I'm doubtful.
So
now, after all that, we are starting the month of giving away
seven things every day. You'd think I would be out of things to toss.
Sadly, I am quite sure this won't even be difficult. The thing is, I
want it to be difficult. I'm not sure how to really feel this one.
But I am sure God will have it figured out. Time to listen. And toss.
And give. I am excited.
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| After. So wish I had taken a before. You would have been suitably appalled. |
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