As most of you know, we are trying to sell our house. This is our house. We don't live in our house. Our stuff lives in our house. We live 3,051 miles away. We bought this beautiful home at the height of the market two years ago. I'm sure you know the rest of the sad story. We NEVER expected we'd have to move.
This is my beautiful kitchen that I designed and hoped I'd get to cook in for the next decade or more.
This is the house we just got an offer on. For WAY, WAY less than we spent on it. Did I say WAAAAAY less?
In times like these, we can react in a few different ways. We can BE ANGRY WITH ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO BOUGHT HOUSES THEY COULDN'T AFFORD AND THE BANKS WHO GAVE THEM INSANE LOANS TO HELP TANK THE MARKET.
Or we can accept the fact that all that we have is not really ours in the first place. God tells us not to set our hearts on our own plans but it isn't until our plans fade away that we start to take notice of that command. We think that we've earned something. We've earned all that money we saved. We had plans with that money we earned and saved. We used that money we earned to buy a house. We bought a house because we had great plans of living in that house and doing our lives there.
Sometimes we can think a little too highly of ourselves and all we've accomplished and lose sight of the fact that they were all GIVEN to us, not earned. There are people working twice as hard and living off of far less.
“Furah carries wood and her eighteen-month-old daughter Shukyru, on the road linking Rupango to Sake, eastern Congo, Wednesday Nov. 19, 2008. Furah walks the 16 kms every day, crossing from the CNDP rebel controlled area to the government held town of Sake to sell wood.” (AP Photo/Jerome Delay)
It is time we acknowledge where all of our stuff comes from and say a prayer of thanksgiving while loosening our grip a little.
