Ok, so half our house is packed up in boxes in the garage and we sold most of our furniture and “stuff” about 3 months ago in a huge garage sale. For those of you who don’t know, we’re planning to move to Pensacola, FL as soon as our house sells. I remember the first time I came home to a very bare house, complete with couch, bookshelf, TV and a rocking chair (oh, and some lamps). I was unsettled for weeks and couldn’t figure out why until one day I saw it in my wife’s face. She had rearranged the furniture, again, and I could tell she was feeling the bareness.

Over the months we’ve begun to realize why God told us to start packing up so early. Most of it is gone and now we don’t even miss it. What used to make us feel so at home and comfortable has now been replaced with the joy of having people over, the excitement of a board game or a picnic-for-dinner on the living room floor, and the comfort of God’s presence as we pour over his Word together in the evenings sitting on our one couch. I mean, it’s nice to have the stuff…don’t get me wrong. But it’s definitely not what defines “home” for us anymore.