I have been packing up my office and throwing out copious amounts of old papers. I have been stacking files to be shredded. By the end of it, I hope to have less “stuff” to move. It feels good to purge. I have been looking around my home too since the mice infestation knowing that I still need to do the same here.

We store up our treasures like foolish people. We have bins of things that we have hung on to and may be weighed down by it. Like the foolish man who built a larger barn, we cannot take all the material gain with us when our time comes. To learn to live simply is a gift I am still learning.

What are in your bins? How do they prevent you from being free? What are you most grateful for?

Peace,

Suzanne