In 2013, we moved from Indiana back to Kentucky. During the year prior to that move, Nick and I made an effort to start minimizing the amount of stuff we had. On the day of the move, our friend Kent came by to help us load the truck, and, utilizing his particular brand of sarcasm and irony, asked, “Aren’t you guys supposed to be minimalists?” In case you can’t hear Kent’s voice in your head like I can, he was teasing us because we still had an absolute ton of stuff.
Fast forward two and a half years, and our family is preparing to move to Germany. Once again, I am faced with the reality that being a minimalist is incredibly difficult. The truth is that, like most of us, I am attached to our stuff. Even though I often want to pull my hair out because it takes forever to clean all of said stuff, I like it nonetheless.
Over the past couple of weeks, that has really started to change. We got a quote on shipping some items to our new home, and the reality is that we have to let go of the things in our home here in order to enjoy our new home there. Isn’t that the way that faith is? We have to let go of the things of this world in order to prepare for the ultimate joy when we are with Christ.
Although I feel sad to let go of the items that we have enjoyed as a family, I know that this is a sacrifice we have to make in order to fulfill our calling to move to Germany and plant churches. Honestly, I have derived an unexpected sense of pleasure from the process. It feels good to break the attachment to the things around me, because every time I do, I enjoy dreaming about our new lives serving the Lord overseas.
In the midst of all the stuff, there is Christ.