It’s packing day tomorrow. Moving day Friday. Thanks be to God all but our clothes are stacked in a wall of boxes from last summer’s move. Oh, we’ll slam headfirst into that wall of stuff and junk when we unpack next week. But tomorrow, no sweat.
Marie Kondo’s test whether to keep any item is to ask yourself, “Does it spark joy?” IF SO, we must be the most joyful people ANYWHERE!
My well-to-do grandma had a shoe-box tucked away on her closet shelf, scrawled with the label, “string to short to use.” Now there’s a carry-over of a fearful, depression-era mindset. No joy in that shoe-box. Can’t save everything.
What about our good friend Blair McKee’s classic 2 step moving method? 1) Light match. 2) Toss into pile. Weeeelll, as good as it sounds to me today, no joy in that either. Can’t dump everything.
As Ken’s the boy-scoutish “be prepared” saver and I’m the Scarlet O’Hara “fiddle-dee-dee” thrower, how will we face this big event together? I guarantee it won’t help that he’s on the red-eye flight home from Portland tonight, slammed from a crazy work week at the PC(USA)’s General Assembly. So perhaps we’d best face it delicately? Please join me in praying for our marriage.
As you throw out an item, Kondo says you thank the junk for serving you well. Who knew I’ve been doing it wrong? I’ve been incredibly thankful, and didn’t even realize it. (I’m not sure what Kondo says to do if you recycle or sell the stuff, but at this point I’d do a flipflop of happiness. Some stuff I can’t even get people to take for free.)
What would happen if we applied this method to the Church, asking about each practice and event, “Does it spark joy? And then thanking the ones we toss out for serving us well. Certainly better than the match method, tempting though it seems.
I do think the “spark joy” option might actually work better in the Church than in our borrowed mansion’s king-size, walk-in closet. Especially since we’re right-sizing back to a ranch with a twin-size closet.
Hmmm, on second thought, where is that matchbook?
FamilyLaunch will be back when we’re settled in Palatine, IL, joyfully!
I’m grateful to be married to you. Sorry about all the junk. Thanks for being gentle, even when we know we need to be “ruthie!” (as our young niece once exclaimed enthusiastically about the need to be ruthless in getting rid of junk while preparing to move.)