I haven't blogged much the last couple of days because I have been sooo busy! We have decided to put our house up for sale (yes we know it's the end of the 'season' and yes we realize the market isn't that great, but..) I have been quite the little bee getting things 'ready'. I have felt overwhelmed but liberated at the same time. There is nothing like cleaning out closets, drawers and anything else that needs to be sorted through. I have a pile of things to donate to our local women and children's charity but still feel as though I have tons of more stuff that I can't seem to 'let go' of for one reason or another. I look around and think, how come I just went through that and it looks as if there is even more stuff??
I have had this sense of needing to just get rid of stuff that I/we don't use, wear, play with, watch or whatever. I heard a preacher say one time (and I'm summing it up to what
I took it in as) that if you have to have storage units filled with things that won't even fit in your house then that's being materialistic. Now we have plenty of storage in our house that has things like Christmas, Easter and fall decorations, extra kitchen table chairs, boxes of pictures etc. and to me those things are important but we don't have an
extra storage unit somewhere filled to the brim with excess miscellaneous things. Before you start cussing me out, I'm not calling anybody materialistic if you happen to have one, but for me personally, I just don't see the need to hold onto stuff if I don't need it or haven't used/worn it (etc.) in at least 6 months. I think, why not let someone else use it?
Today as I was meticulously cleaning every nook and cranny, ok so not
every nook and cranny, I was thinking about how I was wearing myself out. And it was almost as if God said, "Amanda, if it's
MY will for your house to sell then the people buying your house won't care about every nook and cranny. They will love the house no matter what." I mean WOW!! Here I was thinking how what I was doing was what was best, but maybe God was telling me to rest some. I'm not kidding...I was up at 6:45a this morning due to an urgent phone call about one of my precious grandmothers , and I had been going non stop. Our realtor was coming over tonight to fill out the paperwork, take pictures and put a sign in the yard and if you know anything about me, then you know how I get when people come over. Everything has to be perfect. I guess that's the OCD coming out in me. Not such a great trait to have all the time.
Anyway, thank you Lord for reminding me to rest. I'm about to go plop down in my bed and hopefully pass out of mere exhaustion only to wake up refreshed,renewed and raring to start all over tomorrow. Maybe not the meticulous part of it.
Please be in prayer that if it's the Lord's will, which I know all things are possible through Him, then our house would sell.
~In case you are wondering, my grandmother was rushed to the hospital this morning but was doing well enough this afternoon that they let her go home. She is 94 years old and one of the most precious people I have ever had the chance to know. She is gentle and quiet and has such a humorous side to her that you just giggle when you listen to her talk or get teary eyed when you see her smile. I don't get to see her very much because of where she lives, but both of my grandmother's hold a special place in my heart. I love you ma-mas!!