I like space and privacy. Since I can remember, I have preferred a simple, minimalist lifestyle. Perhaps my wanting a lot of space and privacy was the fruit of growing up in a house full of family, roomers, dogs, sometimes cats, and bowls of goldfish. And, oh yes, lots of stuff.
The last two years have taught me how living conditions can change in a nanosecond. I am constantly whittling down. I want to be prepared to leave on short notice if, for some reason, I have to.
So, as I watched the news coverage of the war against Ukraine, my heart broke for the people there. Suddenly, people had to make quick decisions as explosions went off around them. Many women, children, and the elderly headed to safety in Poland. But healthy men of fighting age were required to stay behind to fight the invading Russian army.
Those leaving walked along the road next to an estimated 30-miles of grid-locked cars. All they had were the clothes on their back and a few belongings packed in a suitcase or knapsack.
Imagine the horror of being forced to leave people you love. You don’t know when or if you will see them again. While you are thankful for people welcoming you and providing food and shelter, war has upended your life. War has destroyed your space and privacy in just a few days.
As I walked around my home last night, I realized how richly God has blessed me – spirit, soul, body, and temporally. I live in a nice family-oriented neighborhood. I have lots of windows, light, space, and privacy in my home.
Yet, what is most important to me? Loving people. And using my gifts and talents to serve my generation by the will of God. I purpose to be ready to go when and where the Lord leads me.
So, what are my essentials to take on a moment’s notice? A few clothes, a couple of books, my smartphone and laptop, lots of faith in God, and compassion for people.
How about you?
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This hit me so hard because the Lord has been downsizing me for quite a few years now..
Things that I thought were so important seem so far away..
Most of my belongings that I brought to Texas are all locked in a storage place at a relatives storage shed behind their home.. so I haven’t laid eyes on them in over two years.. it’s just Stuff with a capital S!! We must really decide its just stuff!!