We have moved nine times since we graduated from college. That includes three moves during our first stint in Atlanta; one move to Tennessee for a summer; three different houses in Mullins, SC; the move back to Atlanta; and most recently our move to Charlotte. The tenth move only gives us a glimmer of hope of less moving. We’ll be renting a pretty nice house in North Charleston. We hope to buy a house again someday but we’re being careful not to rush into anything.
Moving that much has kept us living pretty light; not as light as I’d like but we have gotten rid of quite a lot. I don’t know if there is anything else I’ve ever done that makes me feel like more of a spoiled American than moving. We have boxes of stuff that we "just can’t throw away." The stuff in those boxes is only looked at or touched when you’re moving and you didn’t mark the box well enough. Each time I pack things away I think of this passage. I wish I had the guts to truly rely on God.
Over and over again God has shown His unexplainable grace and mercy to our family. I tell people in a somewhat joking manner that I am the luckiest or most blessed person alive. Most days I honestly think that’s true. I am not the next Billy Graham. I’m not even the next "Youth Group" Billy Graham. There’s not a whole lot that is extraordinary about me. I can hold my own in a lot of different areas but I’ve never been exceptional at anything. There’s no reason that God should continually bless me the way He has beside the fact that I am His child. I’m thankful that our "celebrity economy" (the more you have, the more you’re given) isn’t the way God’s economy works (you don’t deserve it so He loves you more.)
Today I’ll be going through those boxes and taping them up again. I’ll make new boxes for new "things." In writing this post today I’m hoping to keep those less fortunate on my mind as I pack up all the amazing things God has given me. Especially the three most important gifts. (No, I’m not packing them up! Geez)