It’s early Saturday morning and a glorious opportunity to finish my garage project.
Thursday’s blog was about stuff. How having an overabundance of stuff can master us and how easily we become its servant.
Things and Stuff
The things we have and the stuff we store sometimes have great meaning, or sometimes not. Just consider some of the reasons we have so much:
- Sentimental value.
- It was on sale so we got one, or two. Maybe three.
- A project couldn’t be done without it.
- It was a gift and it would be tacky to throw it away.
- An inheritance, it’s our legacy.
- We know that one day it will be needed.
- Don’t want to be wasteful.
- We bought the thing, there must have been a good reason.
And so on.
Yesterday morning, in the garage, I was unpacking the last few boxes. I was excited as it meant the end was near.
I’ve been slowly building a work bench. The project grew from simple to complicated. It was finished with two coats of walnut stain and two coats of polyurethane. It’s gorgeous and I’m never going to use it. It’s too nice to use. Didn’t really need it anyway. Just seemed manly.
Anyhow, I was putting stuff on the workbench shelves and was amazed at all I had. There were tools, hardware, bits and pieces, rope, wire nuts, wood glue, all kinds of liquids in tubes and bottles and cans, and a huge collection of various odds and ends. Wow, what a treasure!
None was inherited. None had sentimental value. None was bought on sale. I just had it.
I’ll finish by saying,
“Good morning Holy Spirit. I greet you in faith and with a smile. I will strive to keep in step with your lead and my thoughts and actions will reflect your presence. Thank you for all the people in my life, for my ministry, and thank you for the joy of living. Thank you for my home and for all the things I have. I am truly a blessed man. Amen.”