Do you have little categories of worry that are part of your identity, in a way? For me, it has been a fear that I wouldn’t have the boxes I need for a move. One of my former employers was amazing about supplying, free of charge, the best quality boxes for moving. They were boxes left over after the files that had been stored in them were destroyed.
Since I don’t work at that company anymore, I was so worried when I moved about a year ago. How could I get some good quality boxes just like that without paying $30 to $60?
Lo and behold, I went to an office for an appointment not knowing the location had been moved. And guess what was piled up in a cage-type of moving truck? About 50 brand new boxes just like I got from my former employers! And the moving guys told me to help myself to all that I wanted.
I thought that box miracle was astounding and showed the love of God just for me.
Well, I move next week and God has done a whole new kind of box miracle. I expressed to one of my daughters that I was worried about where to get boxes, and she said, “Just get them at HEB. That’s what all of us do. And, frankly, we’ve never understood why you always freak out about boxes.”
Another daughter has just moved back from California and I asked if I could have some of her boxes. And she told me the same thing. Yes, I could have her few boxes; but just go to HEB.
Well, I did just that. I also went to Walmart, and between the two stores I got all the boxes I think I may possibly need for the move. It was free and it was easy. The kids slept through it all, since their aunt and cousin spent the night. All I had to do was stay up really late and go out and about until 1:00 am. But I found that God gave me opportunities to be a blessing to tired people who have to work these tough hours.
And what am I going to put in all of these boxes? A lot less than I did for my last move, good Lord willing. I’ve been downsizing for years now because I don’t want to someday leave behind a mountain of clutter for my family to have to deal with. Yes, I have traces of pack rat syndrome in my blood.
The hard part of this move is, of course, ahead of me, though I will hire movers. And all three of my daughters will help tremendously. But I’ve already received a new freedom inside because the Lord has shown me on a new level that there is never anything for me to worry about. He has everything covered. And I believe that the more clutter I let go of, the more room there will be in my life for beauty and freedom of simplicity.
Such a refreshing in my Spirit God has given me on this late night of preparing to move. Who would have thought that box collecting could be an occasion to be filled with the joy of the Lord?