THE Sale

Well, we did it.

We sold the majority of our belongings, including furniture, housewares, garden tools, linens and clothing. We had a fantastic Labor Day weekend sale, thanks to all who stopped by to support us and to those who helped tremendously with the advertisement and organization.



Was it hard going through our belongings and deciding what to sell?

Most definitely.

But I heard Jesus whisper to me those words he said so long ago, If you want to follow me, you must leave father and mother and brother and sister behind. (paraphrase). It's amazing how tightly we hold onto our material possessions, even without realizing it. I know God is calling us to return to Nicaragua, but as I looked longingly over my possessions, I thought, Am I really going to do this? So many memories, so many "nice" things. But that's exactly what they are...things. Was I really going to let a few items stop me from following God? I asked God to give me peace about all these weighty decisions, which He has. But it certainly gave me a lot to think about.

Do we follow God's calling on our life and lay aside those things which hinder us, or do we cling even more tightly to those things which offer a short and false security when we sense God calling us in a different direction than we had planned?



However, I must admit, I did keep some of my better kitchen things, things that cannot be bought in Nicaragua, in the hopes that I can find a way to bring them down and support my desire to start a bakery, and perhaps even offer classes.

This past week was the first "normal" week we've had since arriving from Nicaragua. Steve started his job, working mostly on finishing doors, and I started homeschooling Zachariah. We worked on our reading and math skills this week, and dabbled a bit with astronomy and read lots of books on dinosaurs. How I love the libraries here! However, I was disturbed to see such a difference in the night sky here. It looks like there are not as many stars and they are hard to see. The night sky has a perpetual orange hue, due to light pollution. Not so in Nicaragua. The sky in Matagalpa is so black and the stars look like a thousand jewels God flung onto a black velvety dress. It always takes my breath away.