Only this time, it's a DEEP purging. kind of like where you have nothing left but to puke up the lining of your stomach.
*laughing* I know. I'm a sick woman. But I'm all about analogies. :)
A few months ago, the Lord told me to "Get rid of stuff like you were going to move."
Huh, okay, Lord. That's random. and a tad bit baffling, since I go through my stuff every year to yard sale or give away. And since we're not planning on moving. But whatever.
So I donated box after box of stuff to my nephew's missions yard sale in May. But for some reason, I didn't feel like I was done...at least not in the way my spirit understood it when God whispered this instruction to my heart.
But honestly, I didn't understand HOW it was physically possible to be able to find anything else to get rid of.
It's not like I shop as a hobby. or that I have a junk room. or loads of closets filled with stuff. (um yeah, for the record I live in a house built in the early 1900s. they didn't do closets back then.)
So, Lord? you wantin' to 'splain this odd instruction to me?
...And then out of the blue, something in me changed. And I can't even begin to explain it. Or pinpoint when it happened. Or why. But it's like my eyes have been opened to all the M.A.N.Y things around us that we have, but don't need. Or use. Or even want.
HOW is this possible? Because really, I don't think of myself as someone who intentionally keeps stuff just for the heck of it.
Well, except for those pants that I wore in college. The ones that made my already thin body look sooo much thinner. (Ah, the memories.)
One day. when I am no longer bearing children. or *cough cough* eating ice cream, I may just wear those pants again.
Insert Voice of Reason:
But honey-chil', when yo' butt miraculously bounces back up to the place where it once resided on your body, let me tell you somethin'! Those lovely little pants that attractively hug your ankles (gag) will so not be something that you'll be wanting to wear.
Huh. Why didn't I think of that?!
Because hello!! WHY would I want to wear them? They aren't in style. And
Or so this new-found thought process has declared.
And so *out* those clothes...and ALLLL the other clothes that fit into that
Yes, that new shipment of clothes at the local Good Will, circa 1990, is from me. You're welcome.
And then there's the clothes that do fit me, but never get worn. Don't ask me why I've been justifying my tiny closet being full of cute, but completely unworn clothes. But I'm just picky about what I wear.
You've heard the statement: "We wear 10% of our clothes 90% of the time"?
Well, that has proved true for me. Or so it USED to be. The clued-in Christin has ruthlessly gone through the remaining clothes and boxed up stuff. donating to people who may actually wear them sometime this year.
And THEN... (once I'm on a roll, there's no stopping me. Jet fears for his stuff and begins to hide it. Oh, I kid. Mostly)... there's all those magazines sitting around my house waiting for me to put them to good use.
Now you have to understand something. I do not buy magazines. I think it's a total waste of money. After all, there's the library. and the internet. and other people in my life who
And so I keep them. with total high hopes of using them for craft projects with the kids, where we cut out pictures and make some amazing collage. or something.
Or I'll read an article and find some cool idea, tear out the page, and put it somewhere "special" so I can read it later. ...when I have more time and am able to actually execute their brilliant plan.
Only I'm finding that day just n.e.v.e.r comes.
And I'm beyond tired of taking up space with boxes of magazines that just remind me of all the stuff I'm not getting done. The boxes scream "Unproductive Christin". And I actually feel guilty.
And so...out they (and my guilt) have gone. *Uh-huh. Take that mouthy magazines.*
This pile is Round Five of The Trashing of the Mags.And thus my week has been. The house is still a mess but only because it's a DEEP cleaning. Cupboards. Attic bins. Under the bed. Places that I've cleaned before, yet...?
Have I mentioned my Stuff breeds?
I've LOVED boxing up things. racking my brain to see who would actually want the stuff. and then watching it leave my house for good.
Box after box after box. ...and I have a feeling, it's only the beginning.
And can I just tell you that I feel like I've just lost 15 pounds??If only it were that easy. ;)
