I’m sorting through the contents of boxes for the 4th time in the last year and a half.  How many items will I actually need and use?  What are some of these things?  (As sure as rain in the Northwest, if I toss one, I‘ll discover it was a necessary part of something that won’t work without it and can’t be ordered because the something has been discontinued.)  Lives of sundry stuff have seen only fleeting moments of light as they’ve moved between boxes, homes and states.  Others display cracks and dents from being dropped or maybe a melted dimple as evidence of wear.  We’re combining households and have newer improved models, so I’m letting go, albeit reluctantly.  Since they still function, I’m tempted to keep them for back-up.  My blender stepped up recently when another stopped working.   

Through the stages of my life, I carry multiple boxes of desires, experiences, dreams, abilities, resources, and commitments.  I ponder over the assortment as I do my tangible possessions. Do I have enough heartbeats left    to pursue all my desires and dreams?  What is realistic to hold on to?  What is in the ability and resource boxes I’ll need for my present and upcoming experiences and commitments?  Will I be able to find what’s where when?

Like many of my possessions, I’m shopworn, yet capable of service. 

I’m willing to be put on stand by, but know by now, finally, that God’s not going to let me bury my training and discoveries.  He reminds me often that He knows what I can do, what I need and where it’s at. After all, He is my Master Mover with my full inventory list.  Unlike me, He never loses track of where I am.