Where were you when you made your big life plans?
When I was in college I spent many late nights at the Taco Cabana talking with friends. With a stack of hot tortillas wrapped in foil on the table, we talked about our current lives, our classes, our hopes and dreams, and where we would go next.
The possibilities were endless and overwhelming. Where might we live?
Would we get married? Where would our job paths, career plans, families, and adventures take us?
No one of us ever said, “I hope I have a big house full of things that I bought just because they were on sale.”
We never talked about our intentions to own so much stuff that we would spend our free time trying to organize it all.
No one said, “I hope my future kids have so many toys that they can’t pick them up because it’s just so hard.”
Why do we trade in our goals, hopes, and plans for things that will eventually end up in a garage sale or in the landfill? We’re pulling thousand-pound baggage behind us as we go through life thinking about the next thing we can add to it! Stop doing that!
I still love fluffy white towels, knives that are sharp enough to slice, and tote bags. Yes, I love special things, especially tote bags. But I hate the idea that someone would trade in her special hopes and dreams for something that can be bought.
I like my stuff, but I am SO OVER IT.
Give me passion, pursuits, wholeness, healing, compassion, mercy, reconciliation, audacious goals, beauty, love, grace, kindness, tender touch…give me those instead, and let me not be distracted by anything less.