No more reminders
Yesterday I had a yard sale. It was a lot of hard work, but satisfying in that I was able to unload a lot of unnecessary stuff that I had been hanging on to for years. It felt good to pass it on to others who will use it or sell it. What we didn’t sell, we quickly loaded up and took to the local community thrift store that uses the monies for various social needs. We met some interesting people and in the end it felt like we had shed about fifty unwanted pounds metaphysically.
One of the items in the yard sale that I sold was a tea cart. I wanted to get rid of it. It was a tea cart that my mother bought for me after giving to my sister her antique tea cart that had been given to her by her mother in law. This was my mother’s way of saying “See, I haven’t forgotten you”. But I will always feel that it said, “You are second best”. My sister, being the first born received the best of everything. My mother’s crystal, her jewelry, her house, the rocker she rocked both of us in, it just goes on and on and on. When she gave my sister her cedar chest, she bought me a replica…just like the tea cart. So why don’t I feel better? (more…)
As a woman who is a follower of Jesus Christ, I have struggled with who and what my true identity is for most of my life. I became a follower of Christ about thirty years ago and immediately the indoctrination began of what was acceptable and what was most definitely not. I had a pretty good idea about the basics, because I was raised in a “Christian home” and knew right from wrong. I also chose to go my own way once I got out of the house and led a life that was a little on the wild side. Nothing salacious, just the regular stuff that every young person experiences once they get out from under their parents influence…and heh, this was the ’70’s folks, if you get my drift.