Things

I have a hope and a dream to live simply, to have less, so that what I own doesn't crowd out who I want to become.

Don't get my wrong. I am sentimental, and there are things that I will always own.....family heirlooms, books, books, books, pictures.....but, oh to have a space big enough in who I am, for whatever He brings next.

No waiting to live because I need to maintain something with no life.

More space for His work, His love, His time, Him.

For the filling is real and it will push out all of the unnecessary, all of the worthless, all of the dross. Leaving peace, freedom and love. Most of all love.

Love for the unlovely, love for the difficult, love for the broken, love for the hurting, love for the Father who created, love.

So this day, I turn my wandering heart, my fickle heart, my heart that seeks after nothingness and turn, turn, turn to the real things.

Infinite things.

Things without hard edges and paint.

Things that sparkle and shine with no benefit of anything found on this earth.

Things of worth and value that no earthly appraisal can contain.

"Provide purses for yourselves that will not wear out,

a treasure in heaven that will not be exhausted,

where no thief comes near and no moth destroys.

For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."

Luke 12: 33-34