The older I get the more I dislike STUFF. My definition of STUFF is the endless piles of books, broken gadgets waiting for the day when they can be fixed, old home decorations, toys never played with anymore, and just plain old clutter taking up every available shelf or closet space.
Oh, don't get me wrong about me not wanting anything in my home because I do have my favorites things such as my flute, mementos and old photos of the past, folders of stories I wrote in my teen years - I know, call me sentimental! - and a shelf of books that are my favorites that I have to read every year or two. Yet, in reality, that is not all that much when you see what other STUFF is out there.
I was out today delivering some STUFF to Goodwill and on the way back I spotted a store called STUFF. From what I could see in the windows it looked like more clutter that I would have to one day find a new home for if I dared go inside. Maybe because it is the fact that I know how much time it takes to clean every little knicknack and my time if precious. Maybe it is because we have seven people in the house generating STUFF and it comes in much faster than it goes out. Whatever the reason is, I have come to realize I like a clean, empty-but-lived-in-home, if you know what I mean.
When I was a teenager, people often told me my room looked like a museum. I would proudly smile and show them around the small area packed wall to wall with books, trinkets, bells, and whatever other notions I was collecting at the time. All that has changed now and though I have a few things I like to keep around, it is not even a third of what I use to have in that one room.
We cannot take it with us when we leave this earth. I am sure God has much prettier items in heaven we can use to decorate our mansion with. That being said, I would rather have a heart full of Godly treasures buried deep inside than a house full of clutter and dust. What about you?