I’m blessed. Or a bit materialistic. Or both. This past week, I have spent hours going room by room, drawer by drawer, closet by closet in an effort to rid ourselves of the stuff that has built up over the months.
Currently, I am overwhelmed by the pile of bags and boxes that sits by my back door. I am stunned by the gifts we’ve been given, the funds we’ve had to accumulate so much. Yet, I’m also looking at the face of greed and selfishness, and I just want it OUT.
Rid me of this, dear Jesus.
No, having “things” doesn’t automatically make me a sinner. And although I never went to the store or the garage sale chanting, “More, more, more!” the pile tells me otherwise. Why did I ever need two extra drawers and a second closet for all of my clothes when so many people are barely covered by tattered tshirts? Why do I have 8 sweatshirts and almost that many coats when thousands fall asleep freezing at night?
Dear Jesus, thank you for bringing me a new awareness of your heart, your world. Move me to make a real difference. When I want something new, bring someone else’s need to mind. Instill in me a constant attitude of contentment. Please, Lord, don’t let me forget this feeling.
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