stuff

While in West Virginia, before returning back to Kenya from Christmas, my sister finally decided to relinguish the rights to her precious teaching supplies. We spent a whole day sorting through mountains of handmade visuals, games, and just about anything you can think of to make the perfect 1st grade classroom. I loved being able to pick out what I wanted! which of course ended up being just about all of it. The venture ended up being a bit overwhelming however, simply because one little number kept racing through my head: 50. My two suitcases could only be 50 pounds each. eek. What to do?! Thankfully, my mom said she'd just store it all at our house in Bristol along with all my other "stuff." While trying to pack up my two bags to come back, I was reminded of the horrible weakness I have in really liking my "stuff." I have lots and lots of stuff, and it's all great stuff! Yes, I am pack rat by nature, a "fault" I contribute to both parents. I was taught how to respect my things and appreciate them. With these great virtues comes boxes and boxes of well taken care of, sentimental stuff. And of course, after a year and a half of living in apartments, I have a decent stock of older kitchen supplies as well. To sum it up again, I just have a lot of stuff. So...the problem is back to 50 pounds. Well, I sorted it out and packed what I could and left the rest. This missionary thing really cuts back on what's important in life! God has to keep reminding me that all my precious "stuff" will one day burn. It really doesn't matter, it's really not important. All that I need to care about is honoring Him in my life, completing His plans for me.