Throwing Things Away : :

I have a hard time throwing things away. I guess I am rather sentimental when it really comes down to it. I hold on to things maybe a little longer than others in my family. Everything seems to have meaning to me (or I can make something up if need be).

In the last weeks I have thrown away more things then I ever have before. As items from my father's house exited into the garbage, now useless because of age, long overdue for a tossing, I mourned their demise. Now I find myself remembering them, recounting them in my mind: the green metal file box my father kept in the closet; the books buried in the basement; the wicker furniture from the home on Raleigh; the two toy chests of my childhood. So many things to say good-bye to in such a short period of time.

But it is good work to be doing, actually long overdue. As much as so many things have been left "buried" all these years in the corners of the house, I have had things within my soul also "buried." This last month has unearthed much, stirred up the dust within, which I will need some time to continue to sort through.

For now it is good-bye to each "thing" as they come back to me in my mind. I consciously choose to release them to God one item at time. As much as these things have been carried inside me as part of the interior construct of who I am, now they need to be released, given away for God to hold.

With every ending, there is a new beginning.

Comments

[Christi Benson]

. . . new beginning . . . adds life to the word "change" . . . I like it . . .

[gloria]

This blog seemed to ooze sadness. I hold you in my heart.