When I'm home from school, I like to rummage about in my stuff. Painfully sentimental, I have a lot of stuff stashed here and there. Some of it is priceless to me. Old books. Pictures of dear folk. Letters. Vintage linens & baby things. Some of it is useful. Sewing paraphernalia. Scrapbooking supplies. Wrapping Paper, &tc. The rest, well, it needs to go in the rubbish bin, and that is something I always dread doing. Relegating a personal possession to the garbage seems so final. What if I need it some day? Today, I drove myself to ruthlessness, pitching some things that were neither priceless or useful, merely weights on my psyche: unflattering pictures, old letters. It feels good to let go.
"But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus" (Philippians 3:13b-14).