We all have our quirks. I moved around a lot growing up. If my calculations are correct I attended 14 schools in 12 years. From very early on, I’ve felt the need to rearrange my surroundings. Whether it be furniture or bedrooms or wall hangings, matters not-what matters is that everything must be different. I’ve chalked that up to moving around a lot and living with parents (both from military families) who also moved a lot growing up. My dad was military so my parents continued to move quite a bit. I’ve never seen this as more than a quirk.
I read something recently that got me to thinking about the whys behind that desire. I’m going to quote from a book here. I’m guessing that this will be copyright infringement, but I really feel the need to share this with you. It comes from a book of short devotional/inspirational type “chapters” geared toward moms. Anyway, it touches on this “need” in a way I’ve not thought of. Here it is:
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From Graham Crackers Galoshes and God by Bernadette McCarver Snyder
"Yes, I know. It's [garage sale-ing] a MADNESS, a craving. I should kick the habit and give up garages. But even now, in the clean white snow of winter, I long for a dark dirty garage with a SALE sign on it!
Dear Lord, why do we always yearn for MORE? My house is full of ten-cent treasures, so why do I have the itchy-finger virus, always looking for MORE? My closet is full of clothes (some that fit, some that don't), so why do I always think one more outfit might make me look ten pounds thinner? Forgive my love of shopping, my need to change things around, my plotting and planning to do something DIFFERENT. Maybe it's a sign, Lord, of my yearning for YOU. In always searching, maybe it is You I am searching for. ***My need to change the house may be a symbol of my inner need to change myself.*** My need to add to my possessions may be a result of my need to possess YOU more. Help me sort out my priorities, Lord. Help me empty my life a bit, so I will have more time for prayer and more room to be filled by thoughts of you.
But forgive me, Lord, if my car automatically turns in at a garage sale once in a while. Woman does not live by prayer alone."
***italics mine***
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