It begins here... in the hub of the home. Where everything seems to float in and out, but always returns to gather. Here where meals are shared as well as doings of the day.
But it is not about the stuff, really. It is about what is inside. How can what is going on around me and filling up my cupboards really have anything to do with what is filling up my being? It does, for me it does. Learning to live with less is not about the stuff. It is about the condition of the heart. I need so very little, stuff is nice to have, but not nearly as nice as the clearing out of the cobwebs inside ones soul when the excess is filtered out, given away, donated to those who may be in greater need. I feel the blessing of these temporal gifts. I do not through away lightly. Mine is not a heart of ignorant, ungrateful disposal. there is less room for God when the house is filled with stuff.
But it is not about the stuff, really. It is about what is inside. How can what is going on around me and filling up my cupboards really have anything to do with what is filling up my being? It does, for me it does. Learning to live with less is not about the stuff. It is about the condition of the heart. I need so very little, stuff is nice to have, but not nearly as nice as the clearing out of the cobwebs inside ones soul when the excess is filtered out, given away, donated to those who may be in greater need. I feel the blessing of these temporal gifts. I do not through away lightly. Mine is not a heart of ignorant, ungrateful disposal. there is less room for God when the house is filled with stuff.
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