Yikes… creepy movies, violent movies. I can’t handle them. Especially creepy, violent movies that are based on true events. I am a wimp when it comes to movies like that. I close my eyes. I take frequent snack and bathroom breaks. Any excuse to leave the room. When did I become a movie wimp? Maybe it’s because I grew up in a small town sheltered from the real world of big city problems. I was blissfully unaware of the dark side. Maybe, it’s because faith tells me that there is a very scary mastermind behind the evil around us: Satan. Maybe it is because I hear, see and read in the media about an evil that seems to have no bounds here on earth. I don’t like to imagine the depth of evil’s potential. Give me movies that make me laugh, make me cry, keep me guessing and looking forward to what’s next. Kind of like how I like life: laugh a lot, always anticipating God’s goodness to me and cry just a little.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one.
I am sending you out like sheep among wolves. Therefore be as shrewd as snakes and as innocent as doves.
When did simplifying make everything more complicated? My husband and I made a conscious effort to simplify our lives. The first step was to downsize. We sold the big house and bought a smaller, but still very comfortable house.
The problem is that we still have too much stuff. So once again, I am sorting. Only this time, it is much harder. I already pitched the fluff when we temporarily moved into an apartment. Now, I really have to prioritize. It is difficult to let go of anything related to my mom because her death from one year ago is still fresh.
The kids’ stuff is the next category. How can I get rid of the things that conjure up such good family memories? Besides, I want to save some things for grandchildren that will come someday. I move on to paper piles thinking that will be easier. There is something special about holding a piece of paper in your hands versus staring at a computer screen. Since I am a writer getting rid of personal papers feels like throwing away part of me. “Sigh.”
As I go through the process, I keep reminding myself of the goal we set and the prize to be attained. Getting there won’t be easy. It won’t be fun. It won’t be quick. It won’t be painless. However, I know that downsizing the clutter in my life will upsize my faith with God.
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.