It’s been about three weeks since I received my World Race acceptance phone call and I’m finding that some strange things are happening with Project: Sell Everything I Own.
For starters, almost everything I have posted for sale has sold within minutes of my post. Minutes. I am so humbled by that. I am so humbled that anyone would want anything I have to offer and that God would be so quick to provide for me. I really anticipated having to work so hard to convince someone that my things are worth buying, but instead I can hardly keep up with all the sales.
Not only that, but people are asking for my belongings before I post them for sale.
Talk about a weird feeling. It’s odd that people know what I have and what, of those things, they want. While my belongings don’t define me, they certainly tell a story of who I am. They whisper of my interests, my quirks, my passions. They tell of the things closest to my heart. Not a lot of what I own is expensive, but much is sentimental, and in a way I feel like my life and my memories are being picked apart as people call dibbs on my treasures.
I find that each day I’m reminded of items I have that I hadn’t thought about when I first took on this God-challenge: photography lightening equipment I saved for months to get, a book I wanted for years but could never find and was surprised with as a gift, artwork I poured hours into during college. Love letters.
Yet God is reminding me that even though they may tell a story, the greatest story, the greatest memories, I carry with me in my heart. While these items may represent a part of me, they pale in comparison to the actual life moments they represent. And it is time now for a new adventure. Fresh memories are on the horizon. What was once my treasure will become someone else’s.
“Think of it as spreading yourself to the world. Everyone now has a little snippet of Angelique.”
