What if I gave away everything? What if I took all the books I don’t read, the cards I don’t send, the clothes I don’t wear but think I will one day and gave them to someone who would? I feel a strange stirring in my spirit as I write this and I feel as though I not only have too much, but I don’t use half of what I’ve got. What if I gave it all away? Even on the off chance that I would need it later, I am blessed enough to be able to buy it! What an odd place to be—what a greedy place to be. Even if I did give it all away, I would be able to get it back if I wanted to. I don’t think that this is the reason God blesses us: so that we can flaunt what we have or can get. I’m getting ready to go through my stuff with a new perspective, asking “Do I use it? Would it make me happier to see someone else use it? Can I live without it?” I’m guessing the answers are not going to be that surprising. I don’t want to be someone who doesn’t or can’t hear God’s call because stuff is blocking the channels. I’m off to clear a path.