Chaff and The Space Between

Sunday evening came deliberately rushing at me and then to a screeching halt on the hardwood floor. With my cell phone to my ear, I turned around from the dining room table to the living room and gazed at the 26 years of my life in 10 cardboard boxes, large plastic bins, luggage and trash bags. All I could wrap my mind around was the Truth. As I relinquished the grip on my cell phone, I collapsed to the floor, slumped my shoulders, knelt before the chaff and re-soaked myself in tears. This ‘space between’ was eclipsed in an instant…the Cross. I could not conceive this witness of His love! How could I allow this stuff to define me? Who taught me to grip stuff so tightly that my knuckles became white? Where did I learn to acquire stuff? What had this stuff made of me? One question in particular kept haunting me for the 6 months prior, ‘When would I quit this habit of idolizing stuff?’ I was overcome by pain and freedom in the same instant. It was a timeless repute worthy of no price. He had granted me a sweet gift to draw me closer to understanding His love for me.