Why I am selling almost everything

The last few days? I have had a yard sale.

I have had a stirring for the last few years for less and less stuff. And while I find myself constantly cleaning out and giving away, it has never seemed like enough.

This time? I got serious.

Selling Everything

I cleaned out my mini-storage on Tuesday (which housed things most of you have in an attic) and have been sorting and pricing and selling since.

The “stuff” just sitting around the house? The stuff that serves no purpose in our day-to-day life? The furniture that isn’t required? The eight cutting boards in the kitchen cabinet? That second-extra-just-in-case blender? And the “other” three 12-piece place setting of dishes? They are gone.

This whole process has been pretty overwhelming. More so probably because this is on the heels of me getting home Monday night after driving 8000 miles.

But if anything – that is what pushed me to do it.

And it also reminds me how much “extra” we as Americans think is necessary to exist.

Stuff doesn’t make us happy. If anything, it gives us more to do.

More to clean. More to maintain. More money we have to make so we can continue to afford all of the “stuff.”

I am a big fan of life, y’all. And I want to live out the desires The LORD has put in me. I have dreams. I have goals. And to meet those, I don’t want to allow the “stuff” to hold me back. Because all the stuff? It’s heavy. And the more stuff? The heavier it is.

So to “simplify all of life“? That is my quest. One I have been on for a long while, but one in which I am no longer wading in the water, observing more than participating.

I have jumped full in. Sans life vest.

And without so much stuff?

A lot lighter.

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Saying goodbye

{Maggie-Peyton and I are currently on a cross-country road trip. By the time we get home, we would have traveled nearly 8000 miles. You can follow our daily adventures here on Instagram.}

I have this habit of telling people to be careful when I leave them. Or sometimes when I hang up the phone.

be careful – watch out for the other fella, as my grandfather would say.
be careful – drive carefully.
be careful - don’t let anything happen to you.

be careful.

There is always a chance that when you tell someone goodbye – whether they are going to work, to the store, or getting on an airplane – that you won’t see them again.

A slim chance, but still a chance.

Anything can happen. Anywhere. At anytime. There is so much crazy in this world.

But what if you knew when you hugged someone goodbye, it would truly be the last time you saw him?

What if you knew that within days – or maybe a few short weeks – that he was going to die?

What would you say to them? How would you act differently?

That is what we did this morning.

We said goodbye.

saying goodbye

My dad’s brother was diagnosed with Stage 5 cancer 13 short days ago.
His time given is very limited. And 13 days have already passed.

We were all blessed with time with him this last week. And then again this morning.
And the reality of it all? That will probably be the last time.
Come Jesus Come.

I can’t imagine what is going through my dad’s mind. Or through my uncle’s.

Until this morning, yesterday was the longest visit Daddy had been able to have. It lasted about 45 minutes.

Daddy, his sister, and Maggie-Peyton went to see him and took him his requested lemon-meringue pie.

His body is exhausted and the cancer is aggressive. Yet, his sweet spirit still wanted a lemon-meringue pie.

I will never forget that.

saying goodbye

A huge part of me didn’t want to leave. We have many more days of travel and adventure planned, but it seemed so unfair to leave and know that someone we love so deeply isn’t able to enjoy those kind of things anymore here on Earth. It is heavy. And it hurts deeply.

But we also know that he is suffering so much more than we are. And he will be so much better off sooner than we will. Soon, his body will be cancer free and he will be dancing with angels.

saying goodbye

Daddy always reminds me that life is for the living. And that is why it is so important to make the most of each and every day. Because we don’t know when our last will come.

And he doesn’t just say the words. He lives it.

So, today, we said goodbye. We cried. We ached. And we loved.

How many times in life do things happen and our minds fill with “I wish I had…” or “If only…”

Today? There was none of that.

We were given the blessing of saying goodbye.

Uncle Buster knows how much he is loved. And so do we.

As he hugged me crying this morning, he said, “I will see you on the other side of Jordan.”
I had a peace that passes all understanding in those words. Because I know he will.

And some of Uncle Buster’s last words to Daddy?

“I am going home. Y’all go. And go live out your Daze of Adventure.”

And so, we are……

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