As you may….or may not….know, the family and I lived in my best friend’s house for a little over a year while she lived with, and cared for, her mom who had Alzheimer’s.  We’ve moved into our own place in the sticks now.  But, I find (frequent) occasion to be at the best friend’s house.  And, I still have stuff there.  Some good, some not.  My computer is still there (because internet is difficult to get at my house).  I have stuff that just needs to go to the dump.  You know….stuff.

As I walked through her garage this morning and looked around, I thought to myself, “Gosh, I’ve got to get this stuff out of here!”  My thoughts then went on to include how different her garage looks now from when I first saw it a couple of years ago.  She’s brought new stuff to her garage also.  Fragments of the lives we’ve led the last year or so seem to be scattered in each others’ homes and cars.  The indelible mark we’ve left on each others’ life is clearly evident by our surroundings.

Then it occurred to me.  That’s what we do emotionally and spiritually also.  We leave stuff behind.  We can leave pain or fear or bitterness or strife. Bad stuff that makes the person wish they’d never met us.


We can leave good stuff.









And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
 1 Corinthians 13:13

So.  What are you leaving behind?

Be blessed and tell someone you love them.

stuff heart


About meanderingswithgod

I Write. It’s what I do. It’s as vital a part of me as breathing. I write when I’m happy. I write when I’m sad. I write when I don’t understand. Or when I understand a little too clearly. I write when God’s speaking to me. And when I’m speaking to Him. And, more often than not, it comes out in rhythm and rhyme. In my words, you’ll find laughter and tears, pain and triumph, confusion and clarity. In my words, if you bother to search, you’ll find me. So, it is with both excitement and trepidation that I begin. This blog. This writing that’s been so long coming. My words. God’s words. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to tell the difference. Mine are clumsy, His are eloquent. I hope, as you read my verbal meanderings, that you’ll be blessed and find yourself searching for Him.
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