Letting go isn’t easy. We grudgingly lay down our youth and embrace middle age. Then old age creeps in like a thief. Finally we face death’s door, either trembling with fear or ready to step over the threshold.
After we buried my mother we had to dispose of her belongings. We only kept a few items: some jewelry, a few photos, a handful of art pieces. Luckily she wasn’t a hoarder.
Several times in my life I’ve had to let go of everything: photos of youth, clothes, furniture and treasures like a shell collection, Native American artifacts, and my wife. After the initial shock it felt good, lighter, healthier. I was back down to fighting weight and ready to move.
The seasons of life won’t slow down. Our aging can’t be reversed. When God asks us to go we need to reply, "where, Lord?" We should be ready in and out of season, whether to cross an ocean or a threshold. What we take with us in our hearts is the only treasure we really need.
I have been young, and now am old; yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken. Nor his descendants begging bread. Psalm 37: 25
Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and were thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will also be. Matthew 6: 19-21
Love and blessings,