And the purging saga continues . . .
In an effort to live in an environment that consists of “less of me and my stuff and more of Christ and His kingdom” (Jen Hatmaker) I am currently going through my home and collecting items that I no longer need and either selling or donating them. Purging is just the first step in my process of radical change to help the oppressed.
After the ease of the closet purge I knew that books would be harder for me. I’ve always enjoyed reading and doubt I will ever conform to the whole “Kobo” way of reading. There is just something about feeling the weight of the book in your hands, breathing in that musty scent and turning the thick pages . . . anyway, this isn’t a love note to books . . .
I didn’t count how many books I own. Partly because I didn’t want to admit it and partly because there is a little grey area -some of the books are mine and Jared’s so do I could them or not? Some of them are kids chapter books that I am saving for when my kids can read, do I count those? So instead of figuring out the answer I just didn’t count them.
I did go through all of the books that I could say were definitely mine and actually came out with a big stack to sell/donate. Anything that had been sitting on my shelf for years and had never been read -went on the pile. Books that I had read but didn’t see myself reading again -went on the pile. Books that I had read the first 3 chapters of about 5 times but had never gotten all the way through -went on the pile.
I ended up selling a number of books and I think I ended up with about 15-20 of my own that I am keeping.
So far this possession purging process is feeling good, and I think it is just going to get better as I go.
Next on my list to tackle is my kitchen: all those pans, containers, utensils, dishes, etc that I don’t use are about to find a new home . . .
with love,
Chantel
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