Stuff

I’m surrounded by stuff.

Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning in stuff.

I still haven’t dealt with everything in the old house since our move last fall. The house sits just 100 feet away – so there has been no pressure to empty it.

So the stuff just sits.

I don’t want to move it over until it has a place to be – but when I look around me in the new house – I think it looks full enough.

So what do I do with the stuff?

A window blew out in the old house during a storm last weekend. The rain and wind blew in, destroying some things.  It was almost a relief.

My sister is dealing with even more stuff. Her mother-in-law is now in a nursing home and they are selling her house – and all her stuff.

They have worked for months now – emptying and sorting in preparation for the auction in a few weeks.

All this stuff.

What’s really sad is that all of these things were at one time very important to us. We bought them. We treasured them. We took care of them.

But they are just stuff.

Things.

Temporal.

When you look at Nana V in the nursing home it becomes very clear – it all comes down to a person’s soul and their relationship with God.

The stuff just slows us down and distracts us.

“Do not lay 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 …for where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” Matthew 6:19-21