I can’t believe how quickly stuff can get in the way. After being home for only a couple of weeks, it was already threatening me.
I had been trying to decide when and how to get back to my parents in Pennsylvania. I want to stay for a while, but couldn’t decide whether to pack up my stuff and move home, or just visit for a while.
The more I thought about it, the more I stressed. If I was driving home, I would have to do it really soon to avoid bad weather. And that would mean that I would have to rush through my visit here with my sister, and spend all my time sorting through stuff. Then I would have to get in my Jeep and drive across the country alone. Actually, that didn’t sound too bad. Time to think, time to breathe.
Actually, driving across the country would be great. That would mean I could stop in and visit all of my teammates along the way. But I would have to leave so soon. And then what if I decide I don’t want to live there? What if I want to come back to Seattle where my sister and my friends are? Then I would have to drive all the way back again.
After a few days or maybe a week of this craziness going on in my head, I had a day alone to sit with the Lord. Within minutes, I realized that all my worries came down to my stuff. My stuff, that I don’t even really care that much about right now, was dictating what I was going to do and when. Ugh!
So enough of that nonsense. My stuff is staying here in Seattle, and I am flying home to my parents on a one-way ticket. I will stay with them, and drive one of their cars, and stay as long as I feel I need and want to. I don’t need all of that stuff anyhow.
I am free do live day by day, and be where I need to be, when I need to be there. And I love it.
