Stuff and Hope

I spent the day with my folks. I drove them to my deceased grandparents’ farm. We stopped at an antique shop on the way. My mom is trying to price some items to sell that are still in the house on the farm. The estate has yet to be settled.

We humans tend to collect stuff. It just happens. Some folks tend to store up more than others, but we all have our stuff. Maybe it stems from the days of old, the gathering and hunting era; survival for the ones who prepare.

I’m not sure the reason but I am certain of this, I don’t want to be attached to stuff. Life changes too quickly. I don’t want to be so attached to this world that is consumes the way I live my life. This has been a process, arriving at this point. I don’t want my life to be about the stuff.

While we were at my grandparents’ house my mom and I did manage to throw away some of the stuff they left behind; like the strike anywhere matches that were striking nowhere; and the paper items that have been sitting on a shelf in that shell of a home that has been empty for many years.

I was reading Acts in The Message last night. I came across a verse that referenced David. It said, “I have pitched my tent in the land of hope.” That’s where I think I’ll pitch mine.

7 thoughts on “Stuff and Hope”

  1. I agree, I don’t want my life to be about “stuff”. Those things aren’t really important. Thanks for visiting me earlier & have a great weekend.


  2. What a wonderful sentiment! Hope truly is what keeps us going, I believe. Coming by to check you out after you commented on my blog the other day (gotta love commentluv). 🙂


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