I will officially become Mrs. CajunGuy this Saturday!
Can you believe it?!?
As the day gets closer, I find myself tackling huge projects in order to move.
The biggest project being packing my stuff.
I find it to be the thing I dread most. My reason? I have stuff. Lots of stuff.
Some of it I didn't even know I had until I started cleaning and packing.
It got me to thinking: If I've lived this long without it, would it really hurt to throw it away?
In the past, I have pushed that thought to the back of my head, fearful that somehow throwing this stuff away meant that that part of my life was over.
And it is over, I know that. But admitting it was hard because it means I have to leave the comfortable, the familiar, the secure in order to start my married life.
So I sat with my pile of old photos and momentos from my younger life and started going through them. Each one I saw reminded me of the times I had back then. I could remember each photo like it was yesterday. I was suddenly able to recall everything about it -- sights, smells, even sounds. Every little scrap of paper or item held a story.
Then a lightbulb went off in my head. It wasn't the photos or the stuff that held the memories for me. Sure, they helped to jog my memory, but all of those memories are stored in me forever, not in the stuff.
I looked again at my pile of stuff. And with a finally unburdened heart, I threw it out. I kept the photos, because they hold a special place in my heart. But the stuff? The paper and the trinkets and the rest of it? I threw it.
I had to start somewhere. It lifted an incredible amount of weight off of my shoulders and I smiled with the realization that my memories, my security, go with me wherever I do. I can access it whenever I need it and I am no longer weighed down with the baggage that comes with too much stuff.
Like Dr. King said in his infamous speech, "Free at last! Free at last! Thank the Lord, I'm free at last!"
Yes, thank you Lord for setting me free!
So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.