Some things in life are free. . . ing!

Some things in life are free. . .ing. . . I thought that when I began to sell and give away all of my beautiful things that I had acquired over the length of my marriage, 27 years, that the end of the world would be upon me. I was not only divorced but I was divorcing things. But as I watched the string of buyers walk away with pieces of my life, I realized that a certain freedom was upon me. I was no longer in bondage to things. They surprisingly held no power over me. They meant nothing. . . Was I numb?

I had dreaded the first garage sale. The beginning of the end. My five bedroom house and basement was ransacked. Christmas gift air hockey table, white couches kept spotless, beautiful oak end tables, bedroom sets, wine glasses, Christmas plates, all gone. And you know, I don't miss them. They held me back. They made me afraid of letting go. They made me worry about the future. They made me want to hold on to everything and more. Shopping now is so free and easy. It seems as if I need nothing. Nothing draws me in and says, "You need me, you have to have me." I don't have the same value for things that may need to be let go of again someday. I know all my needs will be met and I will wait for God to provide for me. It seems to be a more secure way to live. I have found that some things in life are free. . .ing!