We are in the final stages of becoming minimalists. While we thought we really were, we did have a 5′ X 10′ storage locker in our hometown and legal residence. When we sold our sticks and bricks home in July 2014, we only had one week to empty it out, due to prior travel obligations. We had 40 years worth of memories in our home, although we had downsized and said we were becoming minimalists when we moved to Florida in 2004. It was a daunting task last year and we ended up having to store some things we just were not ready to part with or we just didn’t have the time to process what to do with these items.
We came back to town three other times and took a few things out, donated a few more things and threw a few things away that were damaged from poor packaging. This month, we returned for a month to help my parents. It became Bill’s job to go through the remaining things and decide to give them away, trash or keep the remains. The goal was for us to only keep three boxes of items (that’s all that will fit in our car and subsequently motorhome). I gave him the freedom to throw away whatever he deemed unworthy of keeping, to donate what he felt would be worthwhile to others, and to keep what he felt we absolutely needed to keep.
He found our love letters from over 40 years ago. We were still young and a bit naive. We lived states apart at the time. We didn’t really understand or know what LOVE is. Our letters were filled with our undying love for each other. I loved his words in one, as I scanned through them. I read one back to him and he couldn’t believe he wrote that letter. We have matured and we now fully understand what LOVE is! But we have not perfected our love for each other. We still have a long ways to go. But this we do know, God is Love (read 1 John 4:7-19), He is the author and perfector of our faith, and without Him, our love is meaningless.
So what to do with the letters? We threw them in the trash. If it was you, would you continue to hang on to them? We don’t really have the storage space for them. Do we want our daughter to read them? Our grandsons?
Too late, I hear the trashmen….they are gone….