I can’t believe that I’m feeling rejected over a garage sale, but I am. I really shouldn’t be surprised at the distaste of my customers. After all, most of my things are hand me downs, garage sale purchases or items I have picked from the garbage, but still…to have people come and look at your stuff, turn around and leave makes one feel…well, insulted. These are the things I’ve lived with and cried on, the things with which I have died a little and thrown my head back in joy around.
There are clothes I have worn on my journey: a journey through life and toward knowing God deeper and greater than I’d imagined possible, shoes that have taken me everywhere. They have led me to church to be spiritually fed and to serve others; to home school coop where my children learned to be taught by someone other than me; to the grocery store where I bought what I needed to in order to give sustenance to my family; to the birthing rooms of friends; and to funerals of many whom I’ve loved.
I have desks upon which the pain of my heart poured out the words I dare not speak to anyone, ever; dressers that have contained my trousseau; books that have changed my life; bowls I have mixed with love; chairs I have rocked late into the night with my babies now grown up.
And yet the people come and go. I lower the prices. People come and go. I ask if they want things for free. People come and go…and now the garage sale hand-me downs and the proceeds of my garbage picking with which I’ve made a beautiful home and have shared precious moments, will return from where they’ve come. To the garbage. I just hope that there is a wise woman who is building her house, who will see them sitting on my curb and find the magnificence that I have found in them.
#5 – grace to comfort others
#6 – a husband who puts up with my faults
#7 – so grateful that my garage sale is over…
#8 – growth in the Bible Study in my home
#9 – abundance to share with others
#10 – bringing guests to church
and with Michelle at Graceful