I LOVE to throw stuff out.
Yesterday I convinced Caleb to throw out some bottles he's been hoarding since last year. These are not collectible bottles that he can re-sell on Ebay for cold hard cash. These bottles are worth exactly $0. Inexplicably, he has twenty of these bottles sitting on the shelves in his man-cave. He still refuses to throw out six of them, but I will claim yesterday as a small victory.
I've declared the month of November, officially "Throw-vember" at our house. "Donate-vember" just wasn't as catchy.
If you're brave enough to venture into our basement, you will quickly discover why "Throw-vember" is necessary. At this point in time, we cannot walk from the entrance of our storage room to anywhere else in the storage room. It's littered with old tax returns, baby toys, a lonely treadmill, and wreaths for the front door. I think there might be a person sleeping down there next to our cat Richard's litter box, but we'd never be able to verify that due to the mound of trash obscuring the back corner.
As I think about the other rooms in our house that need a little purging, I think of the forty pieces of mismatched Tupperware containers in my kitchen drawers. About the makeup in my linen closet I've been "saving" so Hayden can play dress-up when she's old enough not to smear it all over the walls. Oh wait, she decided to put a BITE MARK in my new expensive lipstick last week. Who needs old makeup when you can ruin mom's new stuff?
I think of the ridiculous number of clothes I haven't worn in the last year that still litter my closet. Caleb has a couple of T-shirt gems including one with zombie guts splayed across the front. If ever there was a reason to "Throw-vember," it's that zombie T-shirt, folks.
I think of the kid we support in Ethiopia through World Vision. His name is Degefa, and he's a teenager now. He probably doesn't have a need to purge the "extras" from his one-room hut or get rid of some extra toys from last Christmas.
I think of Steve Sherwood, an ordained minister, who is homeless and walks around my town with all his worldly possessions in two shopping carts. I saw him yesterday and smiled when I saw he had a new puppy. Our newspaper did a feature on him this year when his old dog passed away. He's mentally stable, well-spoken, perfectly happy with his life, and tries to reach other people by sharing the gospel on his walkabouts. He probably doesn't need to throw out an unused treadmill.
I think about the staggering number of times I complain about not having enough money to buy a camper so we can take the kids camping next summer. About occasionally giving Caleb a hard time that he didn't take me to France like he promised for my fortieth birthday.
This time of year always reminds us that we have it way better than a lot of other people.
So as I march my "Throw-vember" donations up to my local Goodwill store, I'm going to remember that I'm pretty fortunate to even need a "Throw-vember."
You can download my band's current song In the Garden for FREE during the month of November, here.
Subscribe to my blog here.
Follow me on Facebook here.