NO DANGER OF HOARDING HERE

Me and the kids had an amazingly generous act done for us last week. It was mostly done anonymously, though it had a certain someones name written all over it. She fessed up to some of it, but said she couldn't take credit for all of it. Being that she wasn't going to let any more information slip, I thanked her profusely (and yes, I cried...I'm a 'cryer') and then thanked God. As she told me, "He wanted to wash your feet today, so let Him".

I'd much rather be in the position to give than to receive. It's just where my comfort zone is. Always has been. And one day I will be in that position again.

So here I go, once again sorting through our belongings. What do we really need? The definition of 'need' has changed so much in the past few years. What do I simply 'want' to keep? Will it have the same meaning 10 years from now as it does today? Some things I have no way of telling that about. Do I keep all the art work received from the kids' Open House? Truth be told, I'm more likely to keep their items over mine.

I've discovered just how little I need to get by these days. The essentials. But there are items that belong to my heart and always will. They seem simple and unimportant to anyone else, but I have particular keys, cards, letters, receipts, books, cd's of music, dried roses. Will these things have meaning in the long run? If I toss them, will I regret it?

I guess some items I'm just going to have to take a chance and bid them farewell. And the others? I figure if I can fit them in a shoe box...I'll risk taking that much room to store them in my closet. Because some things, no matter how simple, just can't be replaced.

I want to be able to open that box one day in the future, pull out an item and say, "I remember this. I remember when it happened. When it was given to me or how I came upon it. How it made me feel special and loved.". Yes some items I'll keep.

They're just too important or have too much potential to let go. At least yet...