Thursday, September 20, 2012

Too Much Stuff

I have too much stuff. Clothes, namely.
I was just complaining to Brad that I wish my wardrobe was half it's size--no let's make that a quarter of it's size...but filled with things I actually wear.
Here's my current dilemma: I'm 8 months pregnant with my second baby in less than 17 months. In the past two years, I've been size 4, 6, 8, and possibly 10, plus S, M, and L in maternity clothes...summer, fall and winter options.
I have no idea what my body will look like in 2, 4, or 6 months from now.
So if I'm smart, I should wait to do a closet overhaul until my 
body has gone back to normal.
Whatever that is.

There's two problems I have with having so much stuff stuffed in my closet.
#1...
It's just wrong! Living in this country automatically puts me in the top two percent of wealth in the whole world.
I can't help but think about the fact that most people literally have one or two items to choose from each day. 
I have two HUNDRED. 
And still can't find anything to wear.
I am stuck in the American way. The cycle of 
'the more I have, the more I want'.
I want to fight this!
It all comes down to an issue of money...if I had more money, I would like to say I would spend it wisely, but if I'm honest with myself...
I would have more clothes stuffed in my over crowded closet!
I was just reading the book '7' by my all time favorite author, Jen Hatmaker, and she made a point that brought back to life the thing I'm most passionate about, but have been lazy about since being pregnant this time.
She talks about how the rich (most of us Americans) pray to get richer, while so much of the rest of the world is just hoping to make it another day. Hoping to find food to feed their children one more day, hoping to have a place to sleep and water to survive. And I'm worried about what to wear to the grocery store.
Gross.
Jen quotes:

A child says "me." An adult says "us." Maturity deciphers need from
want, wisdom from foolishness.... Let's be consumers who silence the 
screaming voice that yells, "I WANT!" and instead listens to the quiet
"we need," the marginalized voice of the worldwide community we belong to.

I say my heart is for the homeless. And I have seasons of life where I truly make efforts to do what I can, whether big or small ways. 
But I still want transformation in my heart.
Don't misunderstand me...I'm not saying I need to feel guilty for being blessed and living abundantly in this country. 
But there's a responsibility that comes with that. 
(To whom much is given, much will be required...sound familiar?)
What if instead of buying another pair of shoes that will be worn a pathetic one or two times, that money bought shoes for someone freezing cold on the street? What if, instead of more jeans because 'all mine make my butt look big,' that money went to buy some clothes for my husband's student he mentioned can't dress out for p.e. because his mom can't afford shorts and a couple of t-shirts?
So many 'what ifs'.

 Jesus calls us to take care of the sick and poor and orphans.
The greatest commandments are simple: LOVE. First God, then everyone else.
I desperately want to live radically; to not conform just because it's 
easy and acceptable.
But how much easier to say this than to follow through?
As I write this I mean it with all my heart, but what will I actually do with it?
Will I walk what I talk...I pray so!

I'll save reason #2 for another day:)





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