Purging The Things

Two weeks from today I will be in my new shared bedroom in lower Manhattan.  I'd be lying if I said I haven't been nervous about the move.

So far, the physical contents of my life can fit into about 12 small to medium sized boxes, a back pack, and then my guitar in its case. For most people that's nothing. For some, it's more than they've ever had. I honestly would like to be able to be satisfied living out of a suitcase, a backpack and a purse. I'd like to be able to be satisfied wearing the same 10 outfits every week. I'd like to never want to keep unnecessary amounts of books just because I like to have them, not because I'll ever need them again (though I've convinced myself I might).

Learning how to live without and be satisfied seems like such a difficult task. I'm spoiled. If I don't have the exact comfort I'm used to, I'm all of a sudden unhappy

I think the reason why I have such a hard time letting go of my things is because I cannot simply "buy another one." Life is expensive and I'm about to live in one of the most expensive cities in the States. It's funny how I can't afford to keep stuff, but I feel like can't afford to throw anything away.

It's moments like this where my faith is tested. I have to be at peace, stop trying to "do" and "make it work" because God's got it under control. If it were easy then it wouldn't be a miracle of God. I'm remembering that I need to take the limits off of God. In our fear of the unknown we limit his power in our lives.

I'm currently working on a separate post about removing the limits from God. It's just another one of those constant lessons that I don't know if we'll ever fully be able to live in with out having to consciously fight to remember it.

I'm not usually one to ask for prayer for myself, but I could use some.
Peace, Joy, and wisdom to know what I need to get done before the move. I would greatly appreciate it.

Go bless others, and be blessed. God is consistently good. Though I do not understand his ways, he is good.