Only one coat on my back

I wrote a while back that I wanted to give more away. I just have too much. I mean way too much. This might be repetitive but I suspect I need to the lesson. In my all too small apartment, my closets are full and overflowing. And if you're comparing, I'm one of the rich ones. In the worlds standards, I'm what people categorize as the elite, top of the line, wealthy. So are you. I'll deny it all I want, but denying something doesn't change that it's true.

Today was another one of those perfect days. If you read my post from last night, it was essentially a continuation of last night. Relaxing, reading, journaling, resting. This afternoon I decided to blast my ipod while I spent some minutes cleaning out my room--again. To me, thats worship. There is something spiritual about putting a shirt that I see as worthless in a basket to be given away to someone that will find it as a treasure. No, my clothes are nothing special. But one man's junk is another man's treasure. These clothes are just taking up space in my closest and I'm stilllll not wearing them. So I'll add to the basket in hopes that whats worthless to me will be of worth to someone else. That it will relieve a burden to no longer go without but to have something that is a basic need. Thats why I find those moments to be full of worship.

So I gathered all my stuff and loaded it into my car. I do this every time--seeing sleeves hanging out and beginning to second guess. 'Now that I see that, I'll start to wear that' I think. Its a lie and its not true. But it has a memory attached--I wore that on this trip, or with this person, or at this event. You know whats true. If I keep it or not, I still have the memory. The clothes don't make the memory. So give it away I tell myself. After all, there is only one coat on my back. Thats all I can wear at a time anyway. Why fight for more when so many fight for just one.

Blessings.