Lord....Now, You are well aware of my issues.  I certainly don't need to remind you.....but, You need to know that I am going to lose my mind if You do not rescue me.  I have years and years of things that I have hoarded (yes, I actually said it!).  I remember, so vividly, wanting something (nothing in particular), and being blessed by seeing "it" at a yard sale for practically nothing or having it given to me, free and clear.  Now, my "blessings" have turned into burdens and weights that are forcing me to decide something so difficult.  Getting rid of these blessings.....giving them to someone else...or throwing it out!!  These are heart rending decisions.  I love stuff.  I have always loved stuff.  Ribbons, laces, materials, old frames, new frames that look like old frames, boxes to put "stuff" in.......Oh, my....dear Lord!  No one needs this much stuff.  Help me to see that.  Help me to purge.  Help me to pack not one thing that I could buy at another thrift store for practically nothing.  I am allowing these material things to hamper me......and drag me down.  I am not going to let it happen.  What does that scripture say?  About the weights that stop us in our tracks?  Let me look it up, Lord.  Yeah.....I have it right here.  I would like for You to help me associate this verse with the dilemma I seem to have about this right now.  "Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin that so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.........." Hebrews 12:1  Oh, dear One....help me.  Even the things precious mothers, and grandmas, and special friends through out the years.......all of them have presented me with things they didn't really want to part with.  I almost feel like they're watching me appoint their things to the "Goodwill" and are disappointed in me.  Lord.....could you tell me.....Is there any hope for me?  Only You....right now.....can help me think!  I am about to drive my sweet daughter out of here.....because I want to hold onto things that I will not ever use.......or think about again.  The things I will use and cannot replace......I guess that would be where I need the wisdom.  Lord.  Seriously.  I am ashamed of these piddly requests.  There is such bedlam so many places.  Earthquakes....floods.....storms......riots......killings.....(right down the road, drug related!)  And, oh my!  I am upset about getting rid of a box of old frames and pieces of laces and ribbons.  Knick-knacks and paddy whacks!  I am groaning about things that mean very little in the scheme of life and death.  The worries about "where to move" and "when to move"...are sort of being decided without my interference.  Knee surgeries and rehabilitation sort of take precedence.  Walking is important, Lord.....and the closer I get to not being able to......is scary.  When John said the other day....."Hey, hon......want me to go get that cane out of my office and bring it over?" and my response being......"Shoot, I don't need a cane......I need a walker!!"........Well, Lord......that whole exchange gave me a real head's up!  I am nervous about the whole thing.....but, because of the timing......and the turn of events......I honestly feel that You are running the show.  Thank You, Father.  I will wait on You.....as I have been.....and believe that "all things do work together for my good".  I have to admit though, seeing the reality is a hard thing.  
For all I do not understand......yet, still pray for Your will to be done........well, Lord......I pray in the name of Jesus.  Amen.




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